Glenn Stallcop       Composer, Performer


Rain, Rain (1973)

5 songs for soprano and piano

on poetry of Leslie Green Stallcop and Scott Wilson.

17 Mins.

Rain, Rain is available here from American Composers Alliance .

Program Notes, Score Video and Lyrics


RAIN, RAIN is a set of songs written just after I moved to Phoenix in the fall of 1973 for my sister, soprano Eleanor Stallcop-Horrox. 

The first and last song were taken from a musical I wrote in 1972, Jessica, which abruptly came to an end when the financial backer sold everything he owned and joined a religious commune in the California desert.  Those were the days.  Many of the lyrics of the show were written by a good friend of mine, Scott Wilson, who shortly afterward won the position of Second French Horn (and later, librarian and personnel manager) with the Seattle Symphony.

The other poems in the set were written by Leslie Green (Stallcop), who became my wife five years later.  The last song was without words in the musical, which I retained here except for reciting Leslie’s poem “Limits” during the coda.  “The Visitor” is a poem about Leslie’s mother.  “Mimi” is a poem about our new kitten (meow chiamino Mimi) who lived another 18 years.  “Thirty-two and In His Prime” is about nobody in particular, as far as I know, but he was over thirty, so we didn’t trust him.  “Limits” is pretty self explanatory, and seemed like a good choice for duty at the end of a wordless song.  Its mood also fits the song’s coda beautifully. 

My sister first performed these songs at her senior recital at Central Washington University in Ellensburg.


Score Video

Eleanor Stallcop-Horrox, soprano, and Glenn Stallcop, piano

Phoenix, AZ April, 2010



DOLL FANTASY (from Jessica
Lyrics by Scott Wilson

Where have you been?
I’ve waited and waited for you.
It’s been so long,
Where have you been?

Are you here to come back with me?
Won’t you join me once more?
We need one another,
You are the one I’ve been waiting for.

Why should we leave the life we knew?
Won’t you come with me?
That’s all you have to do, 
That’s all you need.

Once both of us
Danced in the sun,
Shadows in the trees
Playing in our hair.
Dance with me, 
Please don’t run.


By Leslie Green Stallcop

A visitor came by two nights ago
When it poured.

From the window we watched people
Count their slow steps
On streets glazed black ivory,
Their chins fallen into buttonless collars,
While the thick glassy drops poured down.

She’d been fired,
Fifty-four years old.
Her grey eyes
Set on a stony road,
Bleak mirror for a traveling widow
When it pours.

By Leslie Green Stallcop

Sleek ebony coat,
Stroked long, sleeps,
Drawn fully soft
Against my side.

Her cries echo
From steep aims.

Haunches streak
To meet a fluttering perch.

Ritual tailing
Some cuisine buffet.
Motions of soft wash,
But silence
Filters captive play.

A lash lifts,
Ideas uncurl
Slipping away
With padded ambition
She designs.

By Leslie Green Stallcop

Man without a moral tone to drone
Out the dealing kites that fly
With the wind of discriminate plenty.
Black and white checked tablecloth
To set his feast upon.

By Leslie Green Stallcop

If you pluck the individual bubbles
From the white froth that bounds us;
Scoop out a small round cache in the sand,
Stack the round airy agates
In the bottom bowl;
You’ll watch the puddle form
That seeps and disappears.