THE CENTRAL FLORIDA COMPOSERS FORUM and the TIMUCUA ARTS FOUNDATION

present

featuring performances by

Nate Chivers, Élaine Corriveau, Samantha Barnes Daniel, Emily Heumann, Yun-Ling Hsu, Heather Langs, Kristi Ouellette, Maria Pikoula, Paul Austin Sanders,

and Jessica Hall Speak.

TIMUCUA ARTS FOUNDATION

2000 S. SUMMERLIN AVENUE, ORLANDO, FL 32806 SEPTEMBER 28, 2025 7:30 PM

THE CENTRAL FLORIDA COMPOSERS’ FORUM AND THE TIMUCUA ARTS FOUNDATION PRESENT

The 2025 Composer’s DIY Salon Concert

featuring Nate Chivers (electric guitar), Élaine Corriveau (piano), Samantha Barnes Daniel (soprano), Emily Humanness (mezzo-soprano), Yun-Ling Hsu (piano), Heather Langs (piano), Kristi Ouellette (soprano and piano), Maria Pikoula (piano), Paul Austin Sanders (guitar), and Jessica Hall Speak (clarinet).

(pre-concert)

PAUL AUSTIN SANDERS Unfolding One At A Time

(Paul Austin Sanders, electronics)

TROY GIFFORD Taqsim

(Maria Pikoula, piano)

KRISTI OUELLETTE Compensation (I Should Be Glad of Loneliness)

(text by Sara Teasdale)

(Kristi Ouellette, soprano; Heather Langs, piano)

Melancholy

(Kristi Ouellette, piano)

ALEX BURTZOS Senescence (text by Chrissy Kolaya)

I.

II. III.

(Samantha Barnes Daniel, soprano; Jessica Hall Speak,

clarinet, Yun-Lin Hsu, piano)

PAUL AUSTIN SANDERS Étude for Guitar

(Paul Austin Sanders, guitar)

MARK PISZCZEK Three Songs to Poems by Vincente Huidobro

1. Days and Nights

2. Horizonte

3. The Water Mirror

(Emily Heumann, mezzo-soprano; Élaine Corriveau,

piano)

NATE CHIVERS Reticence Windsor Jambs Live Oak

(Nate Chivers, electric guitar)

(post-concert:)

PAUL AUSTIN SANDERS The Galactic Rim

(Paul Austin Sanders, electronics)

Compensation (I Should Be Glad of Loneliness)

I should be glad of loneliness

And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart

And the unchanging ache of things, If I could make a single song

As lovely and as full of light,

As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.

—Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Senescence

I.

A triangle of sunlight falls across the floor—

a spot of warmth the dog seeks out in her twilight years.

An arc of light over fur rising and falling in sleep.

In her dream the squirrels

are slow-moving and dimwitted;

she catches them all easily, one

after another.

II.

The sky glows as the sun sinks,

car dusted yellow with pollen.

Bike tires crunch

through gravel-lined gutters.

On the street, the warmth of asphalt under flip-flops.

The click and shiver of sprinklers, the tomato-plant smell

of water on hot cement.

Soon the fireflies,

the cicadas’ electric hum.

Soon the sound

of each father’s whistle, calling us home.

III.

Propped against the wall, frame nestled into frame, paintings that hung

in the old house:

Tulips iris daffodils bloom

from the warm, wet earth.

A trickle of water on sand, left by the retreating tide.

Dappled sunlight dances on water,

lobster boats just offshore.

Try to imagine the house as it is now:

hallways empty and silent.

Try to imagine the house as it is now: hallways empty and silent.

Behind closed doors, a slow

inhale

and exhale of sleep.

What pictures hang, here and there

a bit uneven?

Whose hand– sunlit– reaches

to right them?

Whose hand– moonlit–

reaches to nudge them?

askew again, aligned

with some other measure, some other sense

of what is level,

some other understanding of the world?

Días y noches te he buscado

Días y noches te he buscado

Sin encontrar el sitio en donde cantas

Te he buscado por el tiempo arriba y por el rio abajo

Te has perdido entre la lágrimas

Noches y noches te he buscado

Sin encontrar el sitio en donde lloras Porque yo sé que estás llorando

Me basta con mirarme en un espejo

Para saber que estás llorando y me has llorado

Sólo tú salvas el llanto Y de mendigo oscuro

Lo haces rey coronado por tu mano.

(Days and nights I’ve searched for you

Days and nights I’ve searched for you Without finding the place where you sing

I’ve searched for you up and down the river

You’ve lost yourself in tears

Nights and nights I’ve searched for you Without finding the place where you cry Because I know you’re crying

It’s enough for me to look in a mirror

To know that you’re crying and that you’ve cried for me

Only you save the tears And from the dark beggar

You make him a king, crowned by your hand)

Horizonte

Pasar el horizonte envejecido

Y mirar en el fondo de los sueños La estrella que palpita

Eras tan hermosa

que no pudiste hablar Yo me alejé

pero llevo en la mano Aquel cielo nativo Con un sol gastado Esta tarde

en un café he bebido

Un licor tembloroso Como un pescado rojo

Y otra vez en el vaso escondido Ese sueño filial

Eras tan hermosa

que no pudiste hablar En tu pecho agonizaba Eran verdes tus ojos pero yo me alejaba Eras tan hermosa

que aprendí a cantar

(Horizon

Passing the Aging Horizon

And look into the depths of dreams The star that beats

You were so beautiful You couldn’t talk

I walked away

But I carry it in my hand That native sky

With a spent sun This evening

in a café

I’ve been drinking A trembling liquor Like a red fish

And again in the hidden glass That filial dream

You were so beautiful You couldn’t talk

In your chest I was dying Your eyes were green But I was moving away You were so beautiful That I learned to sing)

EL ESPEJO DE AGUA

Mi espejo, corriente por las noches,

Se hace arroyo y se aleja de mi cuarto.

Mi espejo, más profundo que el orbe Donde todos los cisnes se ahogaron.

Es un estanque verde en la muralla

Y en medio duerme tu desnudez anclada.

Sobre sus olas, bajo cielos sonámbulos, Mis ensueños se alejan como barcos.

De pie en la popa siempre me veréis cantando.

Una rosa secreta se hincha en mi pecho Y un ruiseñor ebrio aletea en mi dedo.

(The Water Mirror

My mirror, ordinary at night,

It becomes a stream and moves away from my room.

My mirror, deeper than the orb Where all the swans drowned.

It’s a green pond in the wall

And in the middle your anchored nakedness sleeps.

On its waves, under sleepwalking skies, My dreams recede like ships.

Standing in the stern you will always see me singing

A secret rose swells in my chest

And a drunken nightingale flutters on my finger.)

— Vicente Huidobro (1893-1948)

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‌ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

We wish to thank the following:

The Glazer Family, Leah Nash, and the staff, board and committee members, and volunteers of the Timucua Arts Foundation for opening their venue to us and for live-streaming and recording the performance.

Charlie Griffin, President and Founder of the Central Florida Composers’ Forum.

Eric Brook, who instigated the Composer’s DIY Salon Concert series, and who shepherded it for a decade as producer. Thanks also to Eric for the original cover design.

Thanks also to Logan Anderson, who was kind enough to update that design for our latest Salon Concert program and who has frequently given us design and marketing advice.

Lastly, thanks to our excellent and devoted performers, and, of course, to you, our audience, without whom there would be no concerts.