Burrasca is een fuga voor ensemble, gebaseerd op het gedicht 'Storm' van Howard Moss.

Lees het gedicht hier:

The storm is one idea of pleasure.
See how it sweeps away composure!
If half of it is coloratura,
The other half is a caesura.

Look. The lightning is a ballet leg
That cannot quite make the stage. Peg
It down, it has nowhere to go;
It drums up trade for a big blow.

Boom. Boom. Would thunder be
Comment’s beginning, or artillery?
Must the wind writhe and writhe and writhe
Till inside’s out and out’s inside?

All night we drink inebriate noise.
Clapped in the brilliance of a cloud’s applause,
We think of fury, or repose.
Does melodrama deserve a voice?

Suddenly, it is going away.
How can we stand the silence now?
Make something happen, we beg the sky.
Relief is steady. It is raining now.