Hwang Hu Lo



Soprano Evy Chan asked me to write a piece for her. My sister Brenda had been to visit, and when she left I was extraordinarily sad. We grow older, time passes, things change. I talked to Evy about this (she's a good friend), and she gave me some translations of Chinese poetry. Hwang Hu Lo (the Yellow Crane Pagoda) talks about a deserted shrine, and the words echoed the change-flux melancholia flooding my mind.

(music here if I can find it)