The affairs of the human heart are timeless. The ancient poetry of Sappho hits the modern heart as directly as it did her contemporaries. Fragmentary lines are all that remains of her work, lines such as:
Pain penetrates me drop by drop.
Without warning, as a whirlwind swoops on an oak, love shakes my heart.
Day in, day out, I hunger and struggle.
My brief chorale settings are madrigal-like, using old-style word painting in a modern musical context.