Listen to the first version for bariton and piano trio (2005)
Listen to Hôtel de la Paix - Rejouer
https://youtu.be/kPgzHYdP1TM?si=odi3EMFpf7rjXbhA
”Into the trough of my silence/ place a word [...]“*
While listening to the sound inside those words of Ingeborg Bachmann, tracing the quality of colour in the vowels and consonants, listening to the white inmidst the words, music is created.
I selected 5 texts from the cycles Borrowed Time (Die gestundete Zeit), Inovocation of the Great Bear (Anrufung des großen Bären) und Poems 1957-61 as my literary model. The poetic images used in those texts could be linked in an associative manner. They form a kind of “homage” to Ingeborg Bachmann and tell of the retreat into silence, to the place where art can be created, of noticing a crumbling existence, of the self away from home, of love, violence and salvation…
The ensemble is devided in 2 groups:
Alto flute, clarinet and viola merge into a kind of new instrument which is modeled on the sound of human voice, translating the words of Bachmann directly into instrumental sound. It gives impulses for structural development of the other ensemble.
The Violin, Violoncello and Piano, a kind of “alter ego” for the first ensemble, are shadow, multiplicity, mirroring. And inside, the piano shines strangely in apparent mono-chromaticity….
Into the trough of my silence
place a word
and grow great forests on both sides
so that my mouth
lies all in shadow.
The burden of roses falls silent from the walls
and throug the rug shine floor and earth.
The heart of light breaks inside the lamp.
Darkness. Steps.
The bolt has been pushed before death.
Beneath a foreign sky
shadow roses
shadow
on foreign earth
in a foreign water
my shadow
Mouth that has slept in mine,
eye that has watched over my eye,
hand-
and the eyes that bore through me!
Mouth that spoke the verdict,
hand that hung me!
Wait for my death and then hear me again.
The snow basket tips over the water sings,
all sounds merge into the Toledo,
the ice is thawing.
A melody melts the ice.
Oh great thaw!
Ask much of yourself!
Syllables in oleander,
word in acacian green,
cascades from the wall.
Fill the basins,
bright and swaying,
music.