here is the shell that was never ours, but remembers

fragment 1 program note

This piece was written as a response to the senseless loss of innocent lives in disasters both natural and man-made - a kind of elegy (but not elegiac) - a homage to ordinary people and their extraordinary cultures.

The following poem was written by the Western Australian poet Kevin Gillam at my request, and is quoted during the work.

here is the wind we
live in and here is the wet
air we sieve and there

is flotsam and loss

here is the gauze we
call sky and here is the sy-
ringe of tide and there

is weed and grieving

here is the curling
we dreamt in and here is the
shell that was never

ours but remembers