Synthetic Sounds, Strings, Brass, Percussion, Solo Piano and Duduk.

From branch to bud on early day,

The blush of blossom falls,

With light,

Stumble soft,

As dust to woodland weathered floor.

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An expression of sadness for the needless loss of life following human to human violence.

I wonder why the focus of my expression takes nature as its starting point. Perhaps it is that we need the distance and abstraction of metaphor to speak of those most fearful things. Perhaps it is that nature is so far from our place of cruelty. 

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