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Memory, Distance, and No Time for Dances

    CHAMBER MUSIC
    violin, violoncello, piano

    Duration: ca. 8 minutes

    Composed: 2006

    Programme Note:
    Memory, Distance, and No Time for Dances was commissioned by Peter Leighton for his late
    wife, Marilynn Leighton. Marilynn died of cancer on February 21, 2001, almost 32 years to the
    day after they met. It was written for the Gryphon Trio.

    In two movements, the piece is meant to be a celebration of Marilynn’s life and spirit. In writing
    the music, I referred heavily to the wonderful biographical notes that Mr. Leighton gave me. The
    first movement is one which addresses the fiery side of Marilynn’s personality: her drive,
    intensity, and passion for life. The movement is very fast and almost without rest. The image
    that was most powerful for me was Marilynn’s great desire to dance at her granddaughter’s
    wedding. The second movement is for the most part slow and lyrical although there are still
    moments of spark and fire. It is a dignified farewell.

    There are two poems that helped to bring together all these images. The first is Of Memory and
    Distance by Russell Edson:

    It’s a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will
    grow smaller. Eventually becoming so small he might only be
    found with a telescope, or, for more intimacy, with a
    microscope…
    But there’s a vanishing a vanishing point, where anyone having
    penetrated the distance must disappear entirely without hope
    of his ever returning, leaving only a memory of his ever having
    been.
    But then there is fiction, so that one is never really sure if
    it was someone who vanished into the end of seeing, or
    someone made of paper and ink…

    © 2005, Russell Edson.

    The second is the opening stanzas of The Sunlight on the Garden by Louis Macneice:

    The sunlight on the garden
    Hardens and grows cold,
    We cannot cage the minute
    Within its nets of gold;
    When all is told
    We cannot be for pardon.
    Our freedom as free lances
    Advances towards its end;
    The earth compels, upon it
    Sonnets and birds descend;
    And soon, my friend,
    We shall have no time for dances.

    Kelly-Marie Murphy, composer