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For four part chorus of women's voices a cappella on a poem of Walter Scott. Tuneful, melodic and a challenging contemporary madrigal. Piano for rehearsal only. -
This arrangement blends together two of the traditional melodies for this carol that began as a Child ballad in England and Scotland. -
This original take on a beautiful Sara Teasdale poem features text painting and an ethereal aleatoric section. -
Singers and audiences alike will enjoy this exciting setting of a 200-year old poem regaling wintertime merrymaking. -
An SATB work for experienced choirs. Rich harmonies featuring a lovely Tenor solo. -
"Frolic" is a lively youthful work for two part high voices. One may want to consider utilizing "Tell Me" as the opening selection in a three works presentation for high voices by Jeffrey Kaufman. The second would be "Young and Old" and closing with "Frolic". -
Twas The Night Before Christmas A wonderful new tuneful setting of the classic story. Every word of the original story is sung! Can be sung as a Solo Vocal or SATB with Piano. Orchestrations available with the orchestra parts! Can be transposed into any key at no extra charge. 6 minute piece. View the famous story (entire text) at: Twas The Night Before Christmas -
Spring Comes
Spring Comes is a celebration of the season written in the style of a Renaissance madrigal. The words are a playful echo of the lighthearted texts used in madrigals of that genre, and the piece is predominately polyphonic. The music is not difficult to learn, even though it looks and sounds complicated. It is an excellent piece for teaching polyphonic texture, and an impressive addition to any concert program.
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A TTBB acapella setting of the A.E. Housman poem from "A Shropshire Lad". This is a sure to please work in the great tradition of the male glee club. When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.’ And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
