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Song for symphony orchestra and symphonic choirs.

The Storm. It is the year 1888. I am
5 years old. The date is 27 June. The area is very
green, unpolluted by industry, pristine. Hills, valleys,
meadows, beautiful landscapes, a place of green
pastures. I am with my father and a wonderful dog. It
is the evening, five minutes past eight, the peacefulness
reigns, but only for the time being. The sky gets cloudy
in a surprisingly fast tempo. Animals are alarmed, my
father is too. The entire nature begins to warn us about
the approaching danger. Birds began shouting very loud,
animals started to escape, and I was feeling more and
more afraid. At last the sky became almost black, it
got dark and bleak. A violent, gusty wind thrust, the
lightning flashed and hardly had we made it to some
forest-burrow when the downpour ran riot. It rained so
fiercely that the water rinsed the soil, while the wind
was so blustery that it snapped the boughs of even
the big trees hurtling them to the ground. The terror
was intensified by the strikes of thunders. It took only
a moment, but the damage caused by the storm made
an impression of it having lasted much longer. It left
such an indelible mark in me that ever since that event
I have felt respect for the Mother Nature, which despite
its beauty can be really cruel too.
The beginning of the composition depicts a
gradually mounting tension and warnings of animals
about the impending tragedy. Flutes symbolise the
alarming voices of the birds. The subsequent fierce
assault of the storm, whose fury lasted a few minutes,
can be clearly heard. The ruthless force of nature then
fades away, though the retreating storm is still heard
in the distance. The lengthy closing section displays the
sorrow and sadness after the storm. The melancholy
sombre wails in the choruses mourn the losses suffered
by the beautiful nature. Equally melancholic is the
part of the orchestra, especially the strings. The whole
atmosphere is rather dark and gloomy.

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Robert Bukowski Szczecin, Poland

I am a composer, music producer, record producer, keyboardist, pianist and organist. I create film, classical, electronic, ambient, metal / rock, pop music and all sound effects.
I use acoustic instruments of a symphony orchestra, symphonic choirs, through ethnic instruments around the world, and ending with synthesizers of electronic music and electric guitars.
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