[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   Some people just love anything that’s finely honed, all shined up, squeaky clean, highly skilled and perfectly rendered. Not me.     ...

The Lamb - Poem by William Blake, composed by John Tavener - Performed by Ottawa choir, The Stairwell Carollers on Dec 18, 2009. The Stairwell Carollers are an cappella Ottawa choir, formed in 1977 by director Pierre Massie. A non-profit organization, the...  moreThe Lamb - Poem by William Blake, composed by John Tavener - Performed by Ottawa choir, The Stairwell Carollers on Dec 18, 2009. The Stairwell Carollers are an cappella Ottawa choir, formed in 1977 by director Pierre Massie. A non-profit organization, they raise funds for local charities through concert, CD and cookbook sales.  

攝錄於2011年8月20日Ponte Singers 「聲．華」合唱音樂會 香港演藝學院賽馬會演藝劇場 HKAPA Amphitheatre 指揮: 林屴汧; 雙簧管: 關尚峰 Conducted by Stephen LAM; Oboe by KWAN Sheung Fung "The Joy of Snowflake" is one of the the most prominent and romantic Chinese Poem by XU Zhimo (1897-1931), p...  more攝錄於2011年8月20日Ponte Singers 「聲．華」合唱音樂會 香港演藝學院賽馬會演藝劇場 HKAPA Amphitheatre 指揮: 林屴汧; 雙簧管: 關尚峰 Conducted by Stephen LAM; Oboe by KWAN Sheung Fung "The Joy of Snowflake" is one of the the most prominent and romantic Chinese Poem by XU Zhimo (1897-1931), praising the freedom of snowflake, flying freely to its desired destinations, seeking happiness and dream.  

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   Even though I’ve been teaching for almost 30 years, I still get affected by that glum-looking face in the third row.   ... and it's no...

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

Lovely arrangement of a classic Robert Burns Poem.

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The Cascadian Chorale, under Gary D. Cannon, perform Greg Bartholomew's comic holiday carol, "Moon Man," in its world premiere on December 9, 2012, in Kirkland, Washington. The text for "Moon Man" is adapted from a Poem by Tom Clarke. For more informati...  moreThe Cascadian Chorale, under Gary D. Cannon, perform Greg Bartholomew's comic holiday carol, "Moon Man," in its world premiere on December 9, 2012, in Kirkland, Washington. The text for "Moon Man" is adapted from a Poem by Tom Clarke. For more information visit www.gregbartholomew.com.  

Song by Debussy for voice and piano arranged for soloist and choir [Poem by Paul Bourget - English version see below] Les feuilles s'ouvraient sur le bord des branches, délicatement. Les cloches tintaient, légères et franches, dans le ciel clément....  moreSong by Debussy for voice and piano arranged for soloist and choir [Poem by Paul Bourget - English version see below] Les feuilles s'ouvraient sur le bord des branches, délicatement. Les cloches tintaient, légères et franches, dans le ciel clément. Rhythmique et fervent comme une antienne, ce lointain appel me remémorait la blancheur chrétienne des fleurs de l'autel. Ces cloches parlaient d'heureuses années, et, dans le grand bois, semblaient reverdir les feuilles fanées, des jours d'autrefois. The leaves unfurled on branches so lightly delicate and soft. The bells rang out so light and free in the cloudless sky Rhythmical and fervent a distant call like the anthems of old Called to mind the pure white lilies on holy altar's sacrifice Those bells spoke to me of happier times now gone And in the great wood they seemed to revive the faded leaves of days long since passed. singing translation (c) David W Solomons  less