Duration - 5:00

“You see, in spite of my illnesses I have found living to be a choice far superior to not living. In living, I allow myself to see the world’s beauty. I allow myself to hear the music that will raise my spirits. I allow myself to feel the warmth of a friendly embrace. I allow myself to taste the food that has been prepared with love by those who love me. I allow myself to feel the happiness that no one, no thing, no illness can take away from me. That happiness has kept me alive so far. I believe it will continue.”

This paragraph concludes an essay of Samuel Randazzo’s personal encounter with mental illness mixed with a revelation of his own humanity and a realization of the world he would have soon explored. A Light Unveiled tells the story of a young man who chose to press on despite his mental illness and echoes a message of encouragement and hope to those who fight the same battle.

Duration - 5:00

“You see, in spite of my illnesses I have found living to be a choice far superior to not living. In living, I allow myself to see the world’s beauty. I allow myself to hear the music that will raise my spirits. I allow myself to feel the warmth of a friendly embrace. I allow myself to taste the food that has been prepared with love by those who love me. I allow myself to feel the happiness that no one, no thing, no illness can take away from me. That happiness has kept me alive so far. I believe it will continue.”

This paragraph concludes an essay of Samuel Randazzo’s personal encounter with mental illness mixed with a revelation of his own humanity and a realization of the world he would have soon explored. A Light Unveiled tells the story of a young man who chose to press on despite his mental illness and echoes a message of encouragement and hope to those who fight the same battle.

Duration - 5:00

“You see, in spite of my illnesses I have found living to be a choice far superior to not living. In living, I allow myself to see the world’s beauty. I allow myself to hear the music that will raise my spirits. I allow myself to feel the warmth of a friendly embrace. I allow myself to taste the food that has been prepared with love by those who love me. I allow myself to feel the happiness that no one, no thing, no illness can take away from me. That happiness has kept me alive so far. I believe it will continue.”

This paragraph concludes an essay of Samuel Randazzo’s personal encounter with mental illness mixed with a revelation of his own humanity and a realization of the world he would have soon explored. A Light Unveiled tells the story of a young man who chose to press on despite his mental illness and echoes a message of encouragement and hope to those who fight the same battle.

"...the remains of the burnt altar reminds us of where we used to be.

The sacrifice was consumed, the sin was forgiven, and a new path was set."

"...the remains of the burnt altar reminds us of where we used to be.

The sacrifice was consumed, the sin was forgiven, and a new path was set."

“Song on the Sea” follows the adventures of brisk, young sailors and the life on the sea. Highwind explores the loud and drunken crew, shouting in celebration and singing sea chanteys as they depart from the coast into the sea. After traveling into the fog, soft and silky voices enchant the young sailors and attempt to trap the ship among the rocks and the vessels of those who lost their way. Lastly, Warships calls the crew to combat on the sea as they engage and conquer a hostile ship in the distance.

“Song on the Sea” follows the adventures of brisk, young sailors and the life on the sea. Highwind explores the loud and drunken crew, shouting in celebration and singing sea chanteys as they depart from the coast into the sea. After traveling into the fog, soft and silky voices enchant the young sailors and attempt to trap the ship among the rocks and the vessels of those who lost their way. Lastly, Warships calls the crew to combat on the sea as they engage and conquer a hostile ship in the distance.

“Song on the Sea” follows the adventures of brisk, young sailors and the life on the sea. Highwind explores the loud and drunken crew, shouting in celebration and singing sea chanteys as they depart from the coast into the sea. After traveling into the fog, soft and silky voices enchant the young sailors and attempt to trap the ship among the rocks and the vessels of those who lost their way. Lastly, Warships calls the crew to combat on the sea as they engage and conquer a hostile ship in the distance.

The Wicomico River is a tributary of the Potomac River. The river covers approximately 77 square miles of land spanning three counties in Southern Maryland. The name Wicomico comes from the Native American words "wicko mekee" (which loosely translates to "a place where houses are built"). Aptly named, the 13-mile river hosts many small towns and villages along its shores on both sides.

Approaching the river from the heart of Saint Mary's County takes you through 6 miles of rural Amish land. Open grasslands accompanied by trees and lightly decorated with modest houses often with acres and acres of farmland. The next two miles is a golf course on a hill and a rather large neighborhood on the path leading down.

At the end of those two miles is Wicomico Shores, a small park planted on the riverbank of the Wicomico River. Although the scent of saltwater is faint at the top of the hill, nothing beats sitting on the water. It's a small backwoods park and nothing grandiose. However, all of us who spent time here all eventually leave with the purest memories and effortless smiles in reminiscence.

For such a small place, the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks still sounds majestic. The shimmer of the sunlight on the water is magical and the glimmer under the moonlight is mystical. Standing or sitting at the edge of the peer, smelling the air with closed eyes, still casts the burdens of the world aside. At the end of the pier, the world seems much more substantial and overwhelming. But all the more beautiful and breathtaking.

The Wicomico River is a tributary of the Potomac River. The river covers approximately 77 square miles of land spanning three counties in Southern Maryland. The name Wicomico comes from the Native American words "wicko mekee" (which loosely translates to "a place where houses are built"). Aptly named, the 13-mile river hosts many small towns and villages along its shores on both sides.

Approaching the river from the heart of Saint Mary's County takes you through 6 miles of rural Amish land. Open grasslands accompanied by trees and lightly decorated with modest houses often with acres and acres of farmland. The next two miles is a golf course on a hill and a rather large neighborhood on the path leading down.

At the end of those two miles is Wicomico Shores, a small park planted on the riverbank of the Wicomico River. Although the scent of saltwater is faint at the top of the hill, nothing beats sitting on the water. It's a small backwoods park and nothing grandiose. However, all of us who spent time here all eventually leave with the purest memories and effortless smiles in reminiscence.

For such a small place, the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks still sounds majestic. The shimmer of the sunlight on the water is magical and the glimmer under the moonlight is mystical. Standing or sitting at the edge of the peer, smelling the air with closed eyes, still casts the burdens of the world aside. At the end of the pier, the world seems much more substantial and overwhelming. But all the more beautiful and breathtaking.

For Violin, Viola, Cello, and Mezzo-Soprano