Dienst rond het festivalthema Moeder Aarde

Kunstenfestival Musica Sacra Maastricht.
Joen Drost, dominee

• Willie Arets: Earthly Pain voor spreekstem, elektronica en blokfluitkwintet op tekst van Alisschïa Thönissen
• Willie Arets: It’s time voor spreekstem, elektronica en blokfluitkwintet op tekst van Sara Bardoul
• Sören Sieg: Blue earth voor blokfluitkwintet

Leerlingen van middelbare scholen in de Euregio konden in 2021 meedoen aan de gedichtenwedstrijd ‘Onze aarde’, uitgeschreven door de stichting Euriade. De winnende gedichten zijn nu gebundeld in een boek met gedichten, foto’s en teksten van 100 auteurs. Ook de teksten van Alisschïa Thönissen en Sara Bardoul, leerlingen van het Sint Maartenscollege in Maastricht, hebben een plek gekregen in het boek.

Componist Willie Arets verwerkte de teksten tot composities voor spreekstem, elektronica en blokfluitkwintet. De beide jonge schrijvers spreken hun gedichten, terwijl de blokfluiten de sfeer muzikaal verklanken.

Willie Arets studeerde compositie aan het Conservatorium in Maastricht in de klas van Vykintas Baltakas. In het dagelijks leven is hij docent muziek aan het Sint Maartenscollege in Maastricht.

Earthly Pain

I am in pain, a lot of pain.
What is this feeling? Where does it come from?
It’s warm, my body feels warm.
I’m coughing and bleeding. Telling them that I’m hurt. But yet, nobody listens.

The moon used to ask me,
Why do you still care for the small beings called the humans?
I told him that even though I may be in pain, I still love the breathing beings. I give them food, oxygen, water and a place to live.
Even if they hurt me.
I will always care
But why don’t they care?

Alisschïa Thönissen

IT’S TIME

I’ve had enough,
Enough of the people who walk across my surface,
Enough of the people who do not value me,
Enough is enough.
I am washing myself,
Getting rid of all the people I don’t want to walk over me, my surface
I am cleansing myself, and unfortunately I have to do that with a disease. A global pandemic they call it, I call it purity.
I must be pure, just like I was before.
There are some people who are trying to get me pure,
I appreciate the effort, but there are so few of them.
I cannot judge people, so I cannot decide who will be gone,
I can only observe, and when it is time I wash myself.
I can call it good, but they will call it bad,
I cannot blame them,
They are the ones who suffer,
They are the ones who feel, and are affected.
But this is necessary,
This is what needs to be done.
I do not enjoy it, but after this there is peace,
Peace for me, and maybe even for them,
I do not know for sure.
I only know one thing,
What I do know,
Is that it’s time.

Sara Bardoul