by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jul 28, 2017 | Uncategorized
He was born in the night. While his father’s sword flashed and the fury of its steel rang over distant battlefields. She held him and her hands trembled. Tears tumbled over soft cheeks and pearls of sweat shook and clung to her arched neck. Silent, she listened to the...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jul 20, 2017 | Uncategorized
Now that day has exhausted me I give myself over, a tired child, to my old friends, the stars– my watchful guardians, quiet and mild. Night gathered itself about the large bay window so that the baked brown roofs might merge with the purple above, and the world feel...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jul 13, 2017 | Uncategorized
And then he was gone. Just a pen, uncapped, still rolling down the desk, to prove he had been there at all. Next came hedgerows and furrowed fields blurring, hoof and harness, wheel and whip all singing. Escape, escape, to adventures unknown. Skies with grey brows...
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