Violoncello

Piano

with a lot of air in the tone

my sorrow of rare proportion

5:4

5:4

3:2
4 3
4
4

= 54

mp
= 54

4
3

4
4
4
4

3
4

Kyle Bartlett (2010)

fp

5:4

5:4

5:3
7:4
5:4
5:4

LH

7:4

5:4

3:2
4
4

fp

4
6:4

fp

7:4

43

5:4
mp

LH

As if unaware of one another

mf

3:2

3
4
3
4

3:2

very lightly

4
4

4
4

4
4

3:2

pizz.

43

5:4

3
4

3
4

arco

mf

pp

mp

mf

pizz.

3:2

con poco piu moto

pizz. 3:2

3
4

7:4

3:2

3:2 arco

3:2

mf

2
4

pp

2
4

42

pizz.
s.

3:2
arco

gliss. arco
lis

2
3

4
4

mf
p
mf
pp
mp
mf
loco

2
43

4
6:4
6:4
6:4
mf
p 3:2 5:4 mf

3:2

3
2

4

3:2
3:2
p

18

5:4

like the beginning

a tempo

21

pizz.

3:2

5:4

5:3

fp

(p)

fp

LH
5:4

LH
5:4

13

5:3

5:4

fp

4
4

3:2

mp

4
4

3
4

5:4

5:3
5:4

5:4

7:4

mp

3
4

3
4

3
5:4

fp
fp
7:4

5:3

5:4

4

5:4
5:4

3
4

24

3:2

3
4

3
4

fp

4
4

3:2

3:2

Repeat this beat as many

times as you like; stay in sync.

7:4

As if unaware of one another

3:2
3:2


pizz.

3

4

3:2
3:2
6:4
mf 3:2
very lightly

3:2

3




4

27

3:2

mp

7:4

mp

4
4

30

4
4

4
4

3:2

3:2

3 3:2

4
3:2

3:2

3:2

43

5:4

5:4

5:4

5:4

5:4

4
3:2

3:2

very lightly

4

4
p

4
4

4
4

(As if unaware of one another)

(pizz.)

mf

3:2

3:2

pp

4
4

mp

3
4

43

3
4

3:2

arco

mp

mf

3:2

3:2

pizz.

pp

43
arco

3:2

mf

3:2

3:2

pizz.

3:2

5:4

4
4
p

4
4

7:4

p
3:2

arco

(take time with this measure

if necessary to not sound hurried)

pizz.

4
4

4
4
4
4

4

4

3:2
5:4

5:3

5:4

4

3

5:4

mf

5:4

4 3

4
4

47

mp

arco

3:2

pp
mf

3:2

pizz.

pp

mf

mp

6:4

pizz.

arco

43

3:2

2
4

mf

(ord pizz)
s.
3:2 glis

mp

2
4

pp mf

3:2

pizz.

2
3
4 4

5:4

3:2 arco
3:2

pp mf
mf
pizz.

arco

36

3
4

fp

4
4

mp

3:2

3:2

7:4

fp

50

mf

53

3:2

7:4

7:4

7:4

7:4

3:2

pp

6:4

7:4

55

6:4

5:4

7:4

6:4

3:2

loco

7:4

3:2

3:2

mp

3:2

3:2


* SEE TEXT BELOW...

6
57

60

3:2

7:4

7:4

mp

mf

3:2

3:2

*OPTIONAL: At this point a third performer may rise from the audience to recite the following text:
The proportions of my sorrow mirror the perfection of the celestial sphere. Except, without God's
divine motion, once eternal, slowly it devolves, so slowly, toward the dry, fragile entropy of
dying. O Lord Who sees all, turn the grace of your attention to us, let us see your face, in
these last pale days of our world. Amen.