PROGRAM NOTE

I often write from an emotional narrative, and there are many layers to the words I am assigned to in the first Sonata: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.”

When I first listened to this particular Haydn movement, I was struck by how pleasant it initially sounded – but upon digging deeper, you clearly hear the yearning chromaticism and the pleading gestures of another time.

In writing my response, I have maneuvered these gestures in various layered, fragmented, and elongated forms to get the utmost emotional impact, all while exploring the very specific resonances that I enjoy when playing on gut strings.