Technical file of the work
Duration: 5 minutes.
Instrumentation: SATB+ String Quintet and Piano
Difficulty: Medium
Text language: In English, original by Anthony Silvestri.
Sheet Music Delivery Date: 6 weeks after completing the consortium.
Synopsis
At the end of time one finds the most authentic version of oneself. The dream of reaching the last of the days having given everything, without leaving any desire aside and having given the best of oneself with each breath. It is the piece that makes us want to live with determination and providing love at every moment so that when the last day comes there is no regret.
If you want to participate you will get:
The consortium system
In a collective spirit initiative, Anthony and I have decided to open this work to come to life as a consortium. We believe that starting at US$600 per group is adequate. The doors will be open until the consortium fees are completed.
Both choirs and Patreons can participate. If you are a Patreon you do not have a fixed fee. If you are a choir, ideally the fee will be $600 or more. To ensure transparency in the process, you can view this Excel spreadsheet. You can participate with the rate that is convenient for you. You can see that there are choirs that are able to provide more support than others. The important thing is to generate inclusion and bring a true work of art to the world, something that we are proud of until the last of our days.
Poem
The last tears of the weeping sun
Fall like rain upon the meadow.
The soft shape of my last dream
Calls to me, and I will answer.All my mysteries have been revealed,
Fulfilled is all desire,
All my love is evergreen.How I have dreamed of this moment!
Never have I known a sigh so deep
As the sigh that returns me to you.I will sleep now, in the silence;
In the calm I close my eyes
And see you in my dream,
Waiting there for me
With the rising sun in your eyes.Complete, at peace, free,
My dreams fulfilled.
Already I feel your presence
Closer, closer;
Soon I will see you again.And then, the quiet…
Charles Anthony Silvestri
The quiet…
The quiet whisper of the last breath.