A note from the composer...
My Star was commissioned for a concert in aid of the Marie Curie Cancer Trust. The words are celebratory in nature and reflect the particular occasion for which it was written.
All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
Robert Browning [1812 - 1883]