These are virtuoso concert pieces for solo, meticulously notated and carefully fingered. Each score contains an additional two pages with information about fingering notations.
The traveler wandered a short distance and made his bed on the shore of a lake. The moon was full and he lay under the heavens gazing at the familiar constellations, but something began to stir inside him and he had difficulty sleeping. "Some nights are too sorrowful for words," he thought, "yet they must be. For the dawn can never heal what the night doesn’t know."
His reverie continued. The world is not perfect so there’s no need to rail at the imperfection. And in that moment, all became perfect again. The traveler looked at the heavens and no longer saw the constellations. For the first time in his life, he saw the stars. When he awoke, sorrow had surrendered to song.
In the gloaming there appeared a young man with a lute that had carved upon it a golden rose. He sat down to play and bade the traveler listen to his wordless prayer. The strains of a beautiful pavane, tender and purposeful, filled the clearing. At the end of a slow, ascending arpeggio there arose from within him a being of such beauty that the traveler gasped. It was as though the young man’s soul had risen up and returned after a long absence.
This soul was joined by two more, of equal beauty. These three numinous beings danced a dance of compassion, humility, creativity, and above all else, love, to the accompaniment of the golden rose lute. The pavane for all souls was a gentle beacon sent out amid violence and loss, inviting our souls to dance with us once again. When it was over the traveler sat motionless. He didn’t want to break the delicious stillness. When he finally moved, it was with softness.
The traveler came upon a vast plain in the center of which arose a mountain. At its base was a hermit making preparations to travel to the summit. When he asked the traveler to join him, the traveler said that it seemed like long way to walk. “Who said anything about walking?” replied the hermit, “We’re going to dance our way to the top!”
At the summit, the hermit began to sing a song. There emerged from the mists a warrior with whom he had battled long ago. To the traveler’s amazement, the hermit and the warrior embraced. In their wisdom they had learned that their shared participation in the birth of each other’s wounds connected them far more than their youthful fears had divided them.
Night fell and the traveler made his way to a clearing in the forest. He lay down to rest and heard a beautiful melody float down to earth, as if borne by the moonlight. This melody carried him far away into the night.
First, to places of great mystery, but later it plunged him deeper into darkness, so much so that he despaired whether he would ever be able to find his way out. Moments before he lost consciousness he caught a glimpse of something that gave me hope. The melody gently released him back to the forest, and he fell asleep.
The traveler followed a path down to a stream. That’s where he first saw the girl without arms. She appeared exquisitely beautiful in the moonlight. For a brief moment, when she wasn’t looking, he truly saw her… and perfection let its feet get wet.
At first all was wondrous, magical, and dreamlike. But soon a subtle chaos began to swirl around them, as though they were living in an occupied country amidst a war too quiet for lovers to hear, but a war nonetheless.…
The traveler walked slowly along a narrow path that made its way through a grove of trees. That’s when he caught a glimpse of the pilgrim. The pilgrim’s passion for his quest was so inspiring that it was some time before the traveler realized the unevenness his steps.
Yet it was those limping steps that were carrying him forward beautifully and with grace. The pilgrim ran to offer help. Nothing could have prepared the pilgrim for what he saw: the traveller had his face.
As the traveler explored the forest, he became aware that there was a song about to be born within him. Outside the forest he often felt like a canary that had been taken into the deep mines of the Earth: he would hear a song before the others and try to sing but would be left gasping for air. But today he was hearing a song, and it flowed out with his breath as if there had never been anything so easy.
The traveler awoke to a rhythmic pulsing as the sun was rising. He followed it to its source as it grew in intensity. There on a rock by a river he saw DayStar. He was dancing a joyous, wild, and ecstatic dance to celebrate the birth of the new.
Every day he would emerge from the darkness to announce the coming of daybreak’s light and the creative possibilities that slumber within each day.
On the bottom shelf of a forgotten bookcase, the traveler found an old, dusty book. It had been written long ago about an animal that played music. The words transported him back in time, to a forest where a gorilla played music and animals danced. When the music was rough and powerful, the animals whirled about wildly in circles. Sometimes the music was tender and the animals stopped dancing and were still, as though in a trance.
One day the gorilla fell into a deep sleep and the music stopped.…
The traveler heard the strains of majestic music. There, on the beach of the lake, came the Emperor in procession. He was strong and grounded to the Earth, but there was something else unlike anything the traveler had seen outside of this forest: his external power, which appeared to be considerable, was matched by a deep inner personal power. It is in the gulf between external and internal power where a malignant arrogance is usually formed, but this Emperor had no gap between the two. His intentions were pure. This gave him integrity and wisdom. This Emperor was extraordinarily powerful, but he was not dangerous.
Then appeared the Fool. The Fool always appeared to be on the verge of falling, or stumbling, into the unknown. Here was a being who was simple and complex at the same time. He delighted in distilling simplicity from the most complex problems as much as he enjoyed discovering hidden complexities in simplistic solutions.
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