The Good

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Instrumentation: SATB chorus and piano
Duration: 4’30”
Text: In collaboration with students from Lake View High School

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about this piece:

Commissioned by the William Ferris Chorale as part of their Emerging Voices Project, The Good was written in collaboration with students from Lake View High School in Chicago, IL. Over the course of the school year, students and I discussed different themes and settled on writing about enjoying your youth. Many of the students took note of their friend groups changing or their families getting older. These are things we cannot change but students encouraged each other to enjoy the present moment before it is gone. The verses were created from our Snapshot in Time Activity where students described a memory from their childhood using the five senses. The chorus and bridge are the students broader sentiments about enjoying the moment and acknowledging the passage of time.

text:

Verse 1
I watch the cars rush by
Head out the window it’s late at night
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
This was my secret to keep

My dad he holds me, so tight
I never wanted to say goodbye
He puts me down in bed
A kiss he lays on my forehead

Chorus
Enjoy the good
When life gets hard
Moving fast, it’s the past, holding on, make it last
Trying Make sense of time

Enjoy the good
When life gets hard
Take a breath, take a glance, at the light, it’s in sight
Enjoy the good

Verse 2
I feel the breeze, it runs through me
I smell the food across the street
We walk together you sigh
I know it’s late, we’ll miss this time

I have a feeling it’s more than just
The cotton candy that fills my gut
But it’s the way you decide
To spend your time by my side.

Chorus

Bridge
I know that it’s okay
For these things to change
But I’m still holding on to the past

I feeling like we’re drifting
These things all seem different
But what we had was always meant last

Chorus

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

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Instrumentation: SAB or TBB chorus a cappella, baritone solo, and djembe
Duration: 2’41”
Poet: Emily Dickinson

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Text:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson

This poem is in the public domain.