MURMURATIONS

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Composer's Note: A distant, fond memory: standing in front of the Rome Terminal Train Station, the sun setting slowly in the cooling, winter air. First, the racket starts. One, two , soon thousands of birds begin to chatter to one another. Then one takes flight. Then another, and another, until the sky is filled with a cloud of starlings, shifting in space. A dense cloud is stretched to near-transparency, then re-formed while kaleidoscopic shapes mesmerize. A rebellious faction breaks off, goes its own way counter to their peers, and then join the main mass again. Every now and then a group settles back in the trees, a brief repose before launching themselves again. Finally, as the sun sets, whole groups return to their nests, and settle for the night. Show more