Coventry Carol for Choir, Orchestra and Organ, commissioned by Ealing Abbey Choir.
Premiered Saturday 21st December 2019.
Caritas Numquem Excidit (Love Never Fails)
An choral arrangement of Copland’s Appalachian Spring (extract)set to Latin text of 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Performed by the Choir of Lad at the wedding of Nick and Becka, 13th December 2014
Demo of Sanctus from new mass for men’s voices (to be completed… pending a commission!)
These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ which I arranged for In The Smoke
All the World’s a Stage – setting of Shakespeare. Performed by Aoide at King’s College Chapel, 27th June 2013
Preces and Responses performed by Aoide during evensong at St. Gabriel’s Pimlico 19th May 2013, as part of the London Festival of Contemporary Church Music 2013
Cradle Song for choir. Written for Aoide and performed in December 2012.
William Blake
SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
To the End for choir. Written for Aoide in remembrance concert November 2012
They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon
Philip O'Meara 