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Utsyo Chakraborty: Three Romances for Orchestra (2023)

Three Romances for Orchestra Composed between July-October 2023. 1. I lie here thinking of you [0:05] 2. I see a wild civility [5:04] 3. When I die, I want your hands on my eyes [11:17] Composed as a sequel to my Three Instances for Orchestra, the difference between these pieces and its predecessor is exactly in the title (despite the formal similarities: a moderately paced first movement, a fast second movement and a slow third). The Instances are more abstract in their content, besides being composed for a smaller orchestra. The Romances are more explicitly "amoureux", love-struck. Each movement, prefaced by a line from a love poem, is a view on a complex, nuanced aspect of love. The first movement, composed on "Love Song" by William Carlos Williams, is an address of longing from a lover to their significant other separated by a great distance. The second, from "Delight in Disorder" by Robert Herrick, highlights the inherent beauty in the imperfection and messiness of sexuality and its manifestations. The third movement, inspired by Pablo Neruda, brings the cycle to a full circle with loss, death and acceptance. Love Song – William Carlos Williams I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves, smears with saffron the horned branches that lean heavily against a smooth purple sky! There is no light only a honey-thick stain that drips from leaf to leaf and limb to limb spoiling the colors of the whole world— you far off there under the wine-red selvage of the west! Delight in Disorder – Robert Herrick A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribands to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility: Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. When I die, I want your hands on my eyes – Pablo Neruda When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more. I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. I want what I love to continue to live, and you whom I love and sang above everything else. to continue to flourish, full-flowered. So that you can reach everything my love directs you to. So that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song.