Motet "The architect of my own solitude" in B minor.

Upon reflecting about the current state of affairs in my life during the Easter Break, I once again recalled painful memories from my two major depressive phases when coming across a handful of personal writings, which just so happened to contain a synthesis of most thoughts that plagued and tormented my psyche back then, during those troubled years of my youth.

In composing choral music for those writings - a rough translation thereof into English I had previously devised - a wistful longing for a time of easier, simpler life experiences and the silently contained, bottled-up suffering clinging on from those distraught years of seemingly unabating grief appeared to fuse into one, thus cancelling each other while fueling how limited inspiration I was able to put into music.

Just like in previous motets of mine, the vocal rendering of the lyrics was brought about by using the Cantāmus App website.

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