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Poem by Audrey Vaughan (in English) with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. I have also made a French translation and a German translation of the pi...  morePoem by Audrey Vaughan (in English) with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. I have also made a French translation and a German translation of the piece (also including the Latin introduction) which are also available on this site. Hoc est enim corpus meum The world's eternity lies here within my hand. The weight of pain, of love, redemption is a sigh upon my hand, My Christ, Lord of the infinite, small to my comfort in my hand. Humility of love that tender here lies low. White, trusting, full of care within my hand. So, in my hand lies God. Hoc est enim corpus meum.  less

Music for choir and orchestra for Christmas time. Sheet music available soon on the website ASTURIA MUSIC : www.asturiamusic.com. Keep tuned ! A version for treble choir SSA is coming in the next days. A version for mixed choir SAB is coming in the ne...  moreMusic for choir and orchestra for Christmas time. Sheet music available soon on the website ASTURIA MUSIC : www.asturiamusic.com. Keep tuned ! A version for treble choir SSA is coming in the next days. A version for mixed choir SAB is coming in the next days. A version for piano beginners is already available on the same website. Keep tuned to my news on my facebook page : www.facebook.com/anthonysylvestre.composer Literal English translation : "1. here is december, everything is white in the country. The flakes fly, the tops are snowy. It's the spirit of Christmas that fills our homes, and invites oneself into our hearts to fill us with happiness. 2. Christmas is coming, it's time to celebrate the Child-God Savior who was announced to us. It's the spirit of Christmas that fills our homes, and invites oneself into our hearts to fill us with happiness. and invites oneself into our hearts to fill us with happiness. It's the Christmas spirit!"  less

Original poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my German translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum Die Ewigkeit der Wel...  moreOriginal poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my German translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum Die Ewigkeit der Welt liegt hier in meiner Hand Die schweren Schmerzen, Erlösung und Liebe sind ein Seufzer in meiner Hand Christus mein! herr der Ewigkeit in meiner Hand tröstlich und klein in meiner Hand Weiss und vertrauensvoll hier in meiner Hand Bescheidenheit der Liebe leigt zärtlich hier. In meiner Hand liegt Gott [English original] Hoc est enim corpus meum The world's eternity lies here within my hand. The weight of pain, of love, redemption is a sigh upon my hand, My Christ, Lord of the infinite, small to my comfort in my hand. Humility of love that tender here lies low. White, trusting, full of care within my hand. So, in my hand lies God. Hoc est enim corpus meum.  less

There is power in singing in choirs. These are just a few of my Thoughts. I'd love to hear if your reasons are similar! http://wp.me/p5eWWi-gx

Eric Whitacre conducts Männerstimmen der Chorknaben Uetersen, Five Hebrew love Songs, Hamburg, 12.12.2010

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom

Original poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum L'éternité du monde...  moreOriginal poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum L'éternité du monde repose dans ma main la peine lourde d'amour, de rédemption est un soupir dans ma main O mon Christ Seigneur de l'infini petit pour mon confort, là dans ma main Humilité d'amour qui repose là si bas, Blanc, plein de confiance et soin dans ma main Là dans ma main repose mon Dieu. Hoc est enim corpus meum. [English original] Hoc est enim corpus meum The world's eternity lies here within my hand. The weight of pain, of love, redemption is a sigh upon my hand, My Christ, Lord of the infinite, small to my comfort in my hand. Humility of love that tender here lies low. White, trusting, full of care within my hand. So, in my hand lies God. Hoc est enim corpus meum.  less

Kodály Zoltán Andrés Aciar dirige al Grabación realizada en cassette 1987 Piano Susana Awad y Gustavo Aciar Versión para piano a 4 manos: Carlos Andrés Aciar Sonido original: Cassette.

Colloque Sentimental English version by S N Solomons after the poem by Paul Verlaine music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by David W Solomons Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine) In the age-...  moreColloque Sentimental English version by S N Solomons after the poem by Paul Verlaine music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by David W Solomons Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine) In the age-old park, treading the icy grass Two lone forms ere a while went past. Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and moist, Almost inaudible their voice. In the cold lonely park, pacing the grass, Twin lonely spectres have evoked the past. "Dost thou recall our ecstasy of old?" "Why would you think I should recall?" "And at my name does thy heart pulse and grow? And in thy dreams seest thou my soul?" "No!" "Those lovely days of unheard bliss and free ... We fused our lips as one!" "Ah, that might be." "How blue the heavens and our hope how high!" "Hope has fled vanquished to the sombre sky." And so they wandered in the unkempt grass, And night alone heard all the words that passed.  less