Markus Lohse
Where do songs go after they are sung? Now you have found the answer first. Prematurely. But that is not the end of music. We all will meet again and get ready for the next verse.
No Words Few words could ever convey, the true light that shines within you, Few words could ever compare, to the beauty of who you are, Few words could ever encapsulate, what radiates from your soul, Few words can express the music, that resounds through the halls of your mind. No words will…
Like so many at the RCM, I was shocked and so saddened to hear the news about Chris, and all the more because of how much life, energy and fun he brought to all those who worked with him. His warmth and ability to quickly make friends with everyone – fellow students, audiences young and…
Remembering Thanksgiving 2011 and visit in London 2018. Love from the Antonicelli family
I love you so much Chris! Bruderherz! I’ve been writing poems to you every night and many, many memories are coming up. I will share more when I am able. Here we are jumping into the Blau River in Blaubeuren, Germany. July 2017\. SPLASH!!! Markus or Sindre took the photos. Your friend always, Moirissima
I met Zeke in the early 2000s at New England Music Camp. We swam together in “swim for fit” (I was terrible and he was kind and encouraging) and traded jokes in orchestra (the viola section sat just below the oboes – mostly the jokes were about burning violas or burning oboes). I kept in…
I’m so shocked to hear of your death, Christopher. We met briefly in Munich when I revived George Benjamin’s opera Written on Skin, and your bright energy was utterly engaging. Your warmth, fun and clear talent shone at every moment and I can’t believe your light has been extinguished so soon. RIP