Notes from the composer
It’s well after midnight on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Long silhouettes of gas lamps stretch down the street as the moon shines it’s majestic light over them. Even more magical is the moon’s reflection on the Hudson River as it captures the gentle ripples moving across the river’s glass-like surface. It’s peaceful, a bit nostalgic, even romantic. The neighborhood is fast asleep, the city quiet. One can think and breathe with clarity and cocoon into a snuggly dreamy space. It’s one of those moments one longs to freeze and be in for as long as one can. Everything is perfect … Before Dawn.