The Seasons -- Story Line --

"FALL"

COPYRIGHT 1997
BY: GREG ZBACH



My favorite season - winds twirling the leaves like tiny twisters. Feel yourself turning with the wind, arms outstretched, and losing yourself in the moment.

And let us not forget about the unique smells, like ripening grapes and damp leaves.

I always feel invigorated in the Fall. It reminds me of going back to college after a long lazy summer. I love to see geese in a "V" formation, and hear their haunting sounds.



Greg Zbach
May 12, 1997
December 27, 2000


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"WINTER"

COPYRIGHT 1997
BY: GREG ZBACH



Looking outside in the morning, after a night of snow; it all looks so distant, frigid, isolated and desolate.

After getting out into the snow, the reality of what happened last night sets in. Things are much clearer now, very brisk.

Once you start moving thru it and looking at the quiet beauty; maybe it is not so bad.

This is cool! You start having fun, and turn what looked like a bad day, into a day to remember!



Greg Zbach
May 12, 1997
February 21, 2001


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"SPRING"

COPYRIGHT 1996
BY: GREG ZBACH



Spring is my second favorite season. This is a great time for hiking, with the clean, fresh air and very few bugs. And it feels so good to get out after being cooped up for the winter.

Spring is also a good time for a new relationship and, of course, one of my other favorite things; rain and thunderstorms.

Spring is also a good time for a new relationship and, of course, one of my other favorite things; rain and thunderstorms.

  • "Winter's Last Breath"
  • "Signs of Spring"
  • "Spring Fever"


Winter is finally receding, but the possibility of striking one last time, haunts us.

As winter finally melts away, the signs of spring begin to bloom all around us. The fresh clean smell of new plant life; the songs of birds, sunny days with mild temps, and ominous thunderstorms; and the distant sounds of peepers in wetlands at night.

But be careful! Once spring gets into your system, it catches on like a fever. You want to run free, twisting and twirling through a field of flowers. There is no turning back now.



Greg Zbach
May 8, 1996


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"DAWN"

COPYRIGHT 1992
BY: GREG ZBACH



"Dawn" is a simple tone poem conceived for dance, and based on a personal experience.

On a day off last summer, I was up before sunrise to witness the night, in all it's mysteries, slowly dissolve as the magic of the sun created a brand new day. A feeling of peace came over me, as the warmth of the sun touched my very soul. I was left with a renewed awareness of what life is really all about. The simple moments in life are the sweetest.

When I composed "Dawn", I concentrated on melody and form, to recreate, in music, the imagery and feelings of my unforgettable encounter with nature.



Greg Zbach
March 3, 1993


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"RAIN DANCES"

COPYRIGHT 1994
BY: GREG ZBACH



I have always been fascinated by thunderstorms and there seemed to be an exceptional amount of storms in June and July of 1993. Over the years I have observed that a number of distinct phases occur with our natural surroundings when a storm progresses. This closely parallels what we as humans experience when personal storms pass through our lives. This beautiful/electrifying transformation is the inspiration for the tone poem " Rain Dances".

On a typical lazy summer afternoon you can hear kids playing in the distance and a warm breeze kicks up now and then. Not a cloud in the sky, yet its hazy and humid.

You slowly become aware of very subtle changes around you. The breeze stops, birds start acting up, and the air takes on a different smell. You start to feel anxious and you are not sure why.

The wind picks up again and clouds start moving in. That peculiar smell gets stronger. The clouds get darker and off in the distance you can hear thunder. You know your in for it!

The thunder moves closer, the clouds get darker, and a few raindrops fall, stopping just as quickly. The kids are called in just in time as the rain starts up again. Thunder sounds like it's right above you, and the rain builds slowly.

The rain backs off for a minute, than a cloudburst occurs, spreading like sheets of rain. It has a rhythm all it's own.

The rain eases up a bit, and the thunder is now heading away. The storm has a cleansing/soothing effect, cooling and clearing the air.

The rain slows, then stops, and life gradually comes back to normal, but with a renewed spirit. The children are out playing again as a rainbow briefly appears over the horizon. The sun comes out signifying a bright new day.



Greg Zbach
April 12, 1994


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"NIGHT SOUNDS"

COPYRIGHT 1994
BY: GREG ZBACH



Night has also fascinated me over the years. When I was young I would hang a microphone out of my bedroom window and fall asleep listening to the sounds of the night, using headphones and a homemade miniature amplifier.

The tone poem "Night Sounds" attempts to recreate these feelings by portraying the approach of evening, a spectacular Erie sunset, the rhythmic sounds of night life, and the eventual drifting off to dreamland.

After a long hard day, evening approaches, offering a chance to relax and reflect.

Witnessing a spectacular Erie sunset, the day slowly gives away to night and all that was once clear is now shrouded by a blanket of darkness.

Sounds that are normally background are now bigger than life. The haunting sound of a train in the distance, people walking and talking, the rhythmic sounds of crickets and the whine of a motorcycle.

At first, the approach of night is like a second wind, but eventually the sounds of the night have a calming effect. The tension of the day ebbs away as a peaceful feeling takes over.

Sleep offers a chance to escape the problems of the day for a little while, bringing a promise of a new and better day ahead.

Finally, the sounds that surround you fade away as you slowly fall asleep, drifting off to dreamland.



Greg Zbach
November 15, 1994


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