At Rest by jackwilds published on 2018-04-03T04:21:09Z Performed by the Purgatory Creek Chorale Lyrics In the dark and peace of my final bed, The wet grass waving above my head, At rest from love, at rest from pain, I lie and listen to the rain. Falling, softly falling, Song of my soul that is free; Song of my soul that has not forgot The sleeping body of me. When quiet and calm and straight I lie, High in the air my soul rides by: Shall I await thee, soul, in vain? Hark to the answer in the rain. Falling, softly falling, Sonf of my soul that is free; Song of my soul that will not forget The sleeping body of me. Program Notes At Rest is a setting of Frances Shaw’s contemplative poem, Little Pagan Rain Song. This unique text examines death from the perspective of a body, separated from its soul, serenely resting in a grave. The cadaver is able to hear rain and imagines that its soul is caught up in the showers. The contradiction of these two entities, at once separate, yet also derived from the same source, suggested a polytonal approach. The vibraphone, standing in for the rain and the soul, begins the piece in A major. The choir, representing the body, enters in C major. This separation is maintained until the text reads “Song of my soul that has not forgot, the sleeping body of me.” At this point, the two key centers freely mix, suggesting a tenuous thread of connection between the material and immaterial even in death.