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UnHeard Peace

* Denotes Commissioned Piece

** Denotes TTBB voicing premiere

Un/Heard - Carlos Cordero, Founder and Artistic Director

St. James Episcopal Church - Austin, TX.

May 2nd, 2026 | 7:00 PM

University Presbyterian Church - Austin, TX.

May 3rd, 2026 | 5:00 PM

Concert Program - Texts and Translations

Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariae,
Et concepit de Spiritu sancto.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum, Benedicta
tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui,
Jesus.
Maria dixit: Ecce ancilla Domini,
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.
Et verbum caro factum est
Et habitavit in nobis.
Sancta Maria, mater Dei,
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen
The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary, and she conceived by the Holy Spirit
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Behold the handmaid of the Lord: be it unto me according to thy word.
The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Come with me to the little creek
Where my thoughts are running free.
They might run swift or they might run deep,
But these waters wind their way through me.

When we reach the hill, we'll follow it down.
Cross the rough and rocky ground.
Get a little bit lost and a little bit found,
But it evens out when we hear that sound.

Why are we so scared to search our centers?
It may seem so, but every door you enter
You find a piece of something inside you never knew.
Keep moving through.

You've got your pain, I've got mine.
It's hard to say it'll work out fine.
But we can share the load when we share a sigh.
At the creek our dreams are by design.

It flows in you, and it flows in me.
Some days you will find it, some days it's hard to see.
There's twists and there's turns and there's lessons to learn by the creek.
Take a breath and think.

Please don't be so scared to search your center.
Let those seeds grow, 'cause every door you enter
You find a piece of something inside you never knew.
Keep moving through.
Believe it's true
I know that you
Will keep moving through.

Make a little change at the little creek.
Mírame, (Look at me,)
Escúchame. (Listen to me.)
Estoy Sufriendo. (I’m suffering.)
No puedo ver, (I cannot see,)
Tengo hambre, (I am hungry,)
Tengo sed, (I am thirsty,)
Estoy Enfermo. (I am sick.)
¡Ayúdame! (Help me!)
I believe in the sun, even when it's not shining
I believe in love, even when I feel it not
I believe in God, even when He is silent
Adapted from anonymous responses by members of the commissioning ensemble.
I was at peace when I looked in your eyes.
I was at peace when I left a bad job.
I was at peace when I didn’t feel guilty.
I was at peace only when I wasn’t sober.
I was at peace when I was in nature.
I was at peace when I beheld the stars.
I was at peace when I crossed the Charles and the view is the one thing that never gets old.
I was at peace when I finished college.
I was at peace when I stood up for what was right.
I was at peace when I got sober the second time.
I was at peace when you were born.
I was at peace when I first held our baby girl.
I was at peace when I saw myself through my son’s eyes.
I was at peace when the nurse told me he’s breathing on his own.
I was at peace when I kissed him for the first time.
I was at peace when I held my son’s hand in the incubator before he died.
I was at peace when I could finally let go.
I was at peace when I had faith.
I was at peace after fasting and prayer.
I was at peace when I felt God’s answer.
I was at peace when I chanted the Torah.
I was at peace when I prayed to Jesus.
I was at peace when I chanted the Quran.
I was at peace when I learned my truth.
I was at peace when I told my mom that I was an atheist.
I was at peace when she told me she loved me.
I was at peace when she passed as I sang to her.
I was at peace when I finished her eulogy.
I was at peace when I finally let go.
I was at peace when I found others like me.
I was at peace when they helped me to see.
I was at peace when I realized it wasn’t my fault.
When I looked in the mirror and finally liked who I saw, I was at peace.
I was at peace when I didn’t burn dinner and you asked for seconds.
I was at peace when we watched movies together.
I was at peace when I realized how much my family loves you.
I was at peace when I heard your laugh.
I was at peace when you read aloud to me every night.
I was at peace even though we had that fight.
I was at peace when I slept in your arms.
I was at peace when I woke up next to you.
I was at peace when I knew he could never hit me again.
I was at peace when I found the courage to walk away.
I was at peace when you decided not to leave.
I was at peace when you asked me to stay.
I was at peace when I let go of the past.
I was at peace when I forgave myself.
I was at peace when I realized I mattered.
I was at peace when realized I didn’t have to be anything more than who I am.
I was at peace when I realized we are all more alike than different.
I was at peace.

Intermission - Donate

What would we do if we didn’t have the privilege of being distracted
I know we must honor our personal lives.
I know we must not live in darkness.
I know we must celebrate the grace in our humanity.
To keep our lungs from collapsing.
We must breathe in hope.
And so have I. Taken in joy. And beauty. And selfishness. And frivolity. And laughter. We are wonderful.
Humans. We find the light.
But I fear the moment passing.
Already distracted from the fire though the smoke is still filling our lungs.
This is going to sound wrong.
But I hope this pain lasts.
I hope that it holds.
I don’t want to heal
just yet.
We have become experts at recovery.
I hope we become expert at Revolution.
— Maya Jackson
They were all together,
(In one place)

They prayed all together,
They were holy,
They were in one place,
They were holy there.

Are we holy too?
Are we all together?

We can be together.

Carlos Cordero
Always keep this close
and you’ll never need more,
your world is here
with the familiar voices
that linger in the air
and all those hearts
that have learned to beat
in time with each other.

You make more than music here.

No notes are as connected
as the souls that sing them
and no soul is happier than when
she is surrounded by her sisters.

Even when you leave
this does not leave you,
when you are lost just listen
and you will always
find your way home.

It is impossible for something
to go from your life
without first becoming part
of who you are.

You are another,
I am you,
we are one.
~Colleen Carhuff (b. 1992)
The Greatest Thing We'll Ever Have
Verses 1 and 2 by Lloyd Stone, verse 3 Blake Morgan
This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is,
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine.
But other hearts in other lands are beating,
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.
So let us raise this melody together,
Beneath the stars that guide us through the night;
If we choose love, each storm we’ll learn to weather,
Until true peace and harmony we find,
This is our song, a hymn we raise together;
A dream of peace, uniting humankind.
modified from Stone’s original poetry

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Un/Heard Artists

We are a tenor-bass choir made up of LGBTQ+ people and allies. Our artists encompass many cultures, experiences, ages, and skills, making Un/Heard a unique ensemble that advocates for the LGBTQ+ community in Austin, TX.