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American composer Tom Myron was born November 15, 1959 in Troy, NY. His compositions have been commissioned and performed by the Kennedy Center, the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, the Portland Symphony Orchestra, the Eclipse Chamber Orchestra, the Atlantic Classical Orchestra, the Eastern Connecticut Symphony Orchestra, the Topeka Symphony, the Yale Symphony Orchestra, the Civic Orchestra of Chicago, the Bangor Symphony and the Lamont Symphony at Denver University.

He works regularly as an arranger for the New York Pops at Carnegie Hall, writing for singers Rosanne Cash, Kelli O'Hara, Maxi Priest & Phil Stacey, the Young People's Chorus of New York City, the band Le Vent du Nord & others. His film scores include Wilderness & Spirit; A Mountain Called Katahdin and the upcoming Henry David Thoreau; Surveyor of the Soul, both from Films by Huey.

Individual soloists and chamber ensembles that regularly perform Myron's work include violinists Peter Sheppard-Skaerved, Elisabeth Adkins & Kara Eubanks, violist Tsuna Sakamoto, cellist David Darling, the Portland String Quartet, the DaPonte String Quartet and the Potomac String Quartet.

Tom Myron's Violin Concerto No. 2 has been featured twice on Performance Today. Tom Myron lives in Northampton, MA. His works are published by MMB Music Inc.

FREE DOWNLOADS of music by TOM MYRON

Symphony No. 2

Violin Concerto No. 2

Viola Concerto

The Soldier's Return (String Quartet No. 2)

Katahdin (Greatest Mountain)

Contact featuring David Darling

Mille Cherubini in Coro featuring Lee Velta

This Day featuring Andy Voelker


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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Music for a While



Music for a While
(After Purcell)

Against the white wall
Her decent appears a free-fall
Though no mere leap of faith
Closes distance so suavely.

Imagine a clear, slippery sound
Like brushes on cymbals
As she touches down,
Pianississimo, subito presto,
Eight double-jointed beats
Set up the new tempo.

Yellow-green and very fast
Skimming a
Scratched at
Strung out
Staff like a practiced
Eye, rapid, detached.

She's unimpressed.
I'm not surprised.
This music requiring, at most,
One or two eyes,
Three or four limbs, to realize.

Still

She will share this space with me,
Her silk-strung near invisible
Harp tuned to a scale I cannot
Sing, her music
Sounding depths of the room
I have never visited.