for solo cello with kick drum(2019)
|Commission||Commissioned by Amanda Gookin for the Forward Music Program|
|Premiere||September 22, 2019; The Cell, New York, NY; Amanda Gookin, cello|
The Heat Wave
starting in your chest and rolling up
stopping at the base of your neck and
overflowing in your throat
then creeping upwards to your cheeks.
The fine peach fuzz prickling on your heated skin standing alert
A call to attention, present and ready for battle.
The red you see behind your eyes
rushes past your ears
with war drums pulsing
The ever-present thump thump thump
of a beating heart amplified
so deafening you know They must hear it-
-everyone must hear it, for They summoned them.
Your inner Bloodhounds chomp at the bit
awaiting a release they so rarely see
to run rampant, unbridled, muzzle left at the door,
clenched jaws frothing
and their snarls so long trapped behind fangs
freed to howl your long protected rage
kept and sealed and protected
in their darkest inner corners.
but red begins to fade and the Heat cools
as you remember The Routine
You remember you can’t completely let them run
and you shouldn’t let that blinding heat out
in case it is taken from you
So you let it dissipate into the air
A wafting heat mirage that is only visible to The Others
who also have been forced to keep their inner hounds
kenneled in the yard and on a very very short leash.