Messe miniature de Marie for cello and guitar by David Warin Solomons String Duet - Digital Sheet Music

An instrumental duo based on a sort of "secular mass" for the mysteries of nature and of the mind, based on a poem by Marie Keyser.The pdf file contains score and individual parts The sound sample is an electronic preview The original poem is as follows (with English translation in square brackets) L'aube et les fleurs pâles des prés sur le front, tu vas [Dawn and the pale flowers of the field on your brow, you go] inclinant l'herbe endormie, je vois trembler l'air lumineux le pollen [bending the sleeping grass I see the shining air trembling and the pollen] Gloria in terra [Glory on earth] Nous dormons mais la fièvre veille, déchirant les fleurs et la nuit de l'eau. [We sleep but the fever keeps watch, tearing the flowers and the night from the water] Les chevaux boivent midi immobiles au bord de l'enclos [The horses drink at midday, motionless at paddock's edge] Credo [I believe] Au commencement était l'enfance jouant aux bords immenses du temps avec la licorne [In the beginning was childhood playing at the immense borders of time with the unicorn] et les rires fusaient mêlés au bruit de leur course dans les allées [and the laughter mixed with the sound of their hooves and feet along the pathways] Elle dormait sur l'escalier et l'enfance dedans la tour [The unicorn slept on the staircase and childhood inside the tower] T'en souviens-t'il? aux bords immenses du Temps où nous dormons et d'où nous venons [Do you recall it? At the immense borders of Time Where we sleep and whence we come]. L'aube seule le remémore: l'instant d'or et sans retour de sa lumière [Only Dawn recalls it: The golden moment of her light which will not return] Nous voulions faire une maison, mon âme transie et chercher de par la terre où la licorne gît [We wanted to build a house, my perished soul and search throughout the earth where the unicorn lies buried] Je ne sais pour quelle raison mais toujours nous nous en allons toutes les aubes s'en vont cherchant l'or, le commencement [I know not the reason, but still we go forth All the Dawns go forth looking for the gold, the beginning] aux bords immenses du Temps. [at the immense borders of Time]. ©Marie Keyser - for the original French poem, and ©David W Solomons for the English translation