CHIA-CHEN CHIANG
composer & pianist
Moon in the Rivers
Live Improvisation from Chia-Chen Chiang
Produced by SLS Audio Productions | Published by Wind Music
In thousands of rivers, the same moon is reflected.
In thousands of stories, the same hope is told.
Under the vast sky, waves of sound and tones of water are rippling, rising, and falling, again and again.
A chance glimpse of the temporarily resting waters;
The silver platter sits still, it is as if your life,
Even in the face of the end of the world, is still unperturbed.
Your noble, elegant and calm face,
Sometimes fervent, sometimes graceful,
Witnessing the river flow transforming from the old tune to a brand new night story,
And guiding those who travel in time and space with its bright light
To a pure and flawless home.
Night Again
Live Improvisation from Chia-Chen Chiang
Produced by SLS Audio Productions | Published by Wind Music
As the sun fades away, the moon quietly takes over the sky.
In the days without sunlight, all things are deformed and qualitatively changed in the eternal calamity.
What remains unchanged is a long variation, like a thunderclap on the curtain of the night.
If we do not know when the sunrise will come, what is the point of “time”?
When the time ends, the "night variation" shall begin.
The air is inflated by the misty night and the illusionary moon, and space is spinning and distorting little by little.
There are no coordinates that allow you to clearly perceive the existence of any individual.
You can only follow the dance and transformation of everything and wait for the dawn.
Will you wait?
Back to Niagara Falls
Live Improvisation from Chia-Chen Chiang
Published by Wind Music
Live improvisation by Chia-Chen Chiang in a concert in “The Odeum” at the National Taiwan University, dedicated to a listener deeply in love with his wife.
The glorious waters fell before my very eyes, but all I felt was the gentle warmth of your hand in mine.
Thirty years ago, we drove all the way from New York to Niagara Falls, with only each other for company and the maple leaves paving the road. It's as if God heard the butterflies in my stomach and muted the whole world, leaving only endless stretches of red in sight.
Thirty years on, we are still there for each other, walking down the path of our lives. It's an ever winding path, but our hands remain firmly clasped.
If only I could return to that moment at Niagara Falls just one more time, how I long to be there with you again?
Text by Chia-Chen Chiang
Translation by Qingzhu Weng