RICHARD MASTERS
pianist
ARIANA WYATT
soprano
SQUIRES RECITAL SALON - March 31, 2025 - 8pm
SQUIRES STUDENT CENTER, VIRGINIA TECH
Franz Joseph Haydn
Arianna a Naxos
Teseo, mio ben -- Dov'è sei, mio bel tesoro -- Ma, à chi parli? -- Ah! che morir vorrei
Sergei Rachmaninoff
Six Songs, op. 38
In My Garden at Night
To Her
Daisies
The Rat Catcher
Dreams
Aa-oo
INTERMISSION
Amy Beach
"O my Luve is like a red, red rose" (from Three Songs, op. 12, 1889)
Ballad in D-flat Major, op. 6 (1894)
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
(Robert Burns)
Frédéric Chopin
Three Piano Pieces
Barcarolle in F-sharp Major, op. 60
"All barcarolles composed before or after Chopin's time are quiet -- reminiscent and descriptive of placid lakes. It was Chopin alone who made the barcarolle sing of the mysterious magic of the ocean -- of its furious storms, of the sparkling brilliance of its sunny days, and the joy of happy lovers." (Moriz Rosenthal)
"My Joys" (from Chants polonais, arr. Franz Liszt)
"A dove coos to me in front of my little room, just as cheerfully as my darling chatters. Oh, how it sounds so lovely, intoxicating me! I sit as still as a mouse, listening and listening, not daring to disturb the little chatterbox."
Ballade no. 4 in F Minor, op. 52
"It is a work of such poignant beauty and tragic grandeur that it seems to transcend the limits of the instrument...it is a cry from the depths of the human heart." (Alfred Cortot)