Sung as part of our Concert in Blackfriars, Gloucester on an exceedingly cold day

The Samford A Cappella Choir's Spring Concert, May 3rd, 2013

We are group of Choral art passionates in different age. We have been performing music of different styles and epoques since 1998 including a'capella classical music, various instruments accompanimented pieces and oratory music with orchestra. We are taki...  moreWe are group of Choral art passionates in different age. We have been performing music of different styles and epoques since 1998 including a'capella classical music, various instruments accompanimented pieces and oratory music with orchestra. We are taking part in various competitions and festivals across Europe.  

School of Hard Knocks & Melbourne International Singers Festival present: TEACHER’S PRofESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT DAY   Dr Kirby Shaw, Presenter.  Work with The most popular arranger in The world! Kirby Shaw from The United States...

From EnChor's "Stars are With The Voyager" pre-New York Concert. March 16, 2014 - Christ Church Calgary

Voices of Casey will present Street Requiem at Cranbourne Community Theatre on Saturday 20th August at 2pm.   Street Requiem, conceived by The creator of The School of Hard Knocks, Dr Jonathon Welch AM, and composed in collaboration with Dr Kathlee...

Full Circle Women's Choir singing Come, Pretty Love by Joan Szymko. The audio was recorded at our Spring Concert, "Fire" on Friday, May 4, 2011.

Second Concert. Year 2013

"Now I Become Myself" by Gwyneth Walker. Text by May Sarton. Recorded live on May 3, 2015, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by The Concert Choir ensemble of The Girl Choir of South Florida. Artistic Director: Wallis...  more"Now I Become Myself" by Gwyneth Walker. Text by May Sarton. Recorded live on May 3, 2015, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by The Concert Choir ensemble of The Girl Choir of South Florida. Artistic Director: Wallis Peterson, Accompanist: Gayle Giese. Now I become myself. It's taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn oTher people's faces, Run madly, as if Time were There, Terribly old, crying a warning, "Hurry, you will be dead before--" (What? Before you reach The morning? Or The end of The poem is clear? Or love safe in The walled city?) Now to stand still, to be here, Feel my own weight and density! The black shadow on The paper Is my hand; The shadow of a word As thought shapes The shaper Falls heavy on The page, is heard. All fuses now, falls into place From wish to action, word to silence, My work, my love, my time, my face GaThered into one intense Gesture of growing like a plant. As slowly as The ripening f...    less