Song of the Midnight Battlefield

- Song of the Midnight Battlefield (alto flute and percussion)  (2006) -

This is the first in a series of four pieces (Chohanga, Chohanga 2, Song of the Midnight Battlefield, and Second Song of the Midnight Battlefield) I’ve been writing thinking of young soldiers in a battlefield.

Come Heavy Sleep
Anonymous (Britain)

Come heavy sleep, the image of the true death,
And close up these my weary weeping eyes,
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath
Come, and possess my tired thought-worn soul
That in living dies, till thou on me be stole.

Come, shadow of my end and shape of rest,
Allied to death, child to his black-faced night;
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast
Whose walking fancies do my mind of fright.
O Come sweet sleep, come or I die for ever.
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.

 This piece was written for Jos Zwaanenburg.