I wrote We Speak of Love as a postlude for the centennial of Stanford Memorial Church, setting two inscriptions that Jane Stanford had carved into the interior walls. Construction was completed in 1903; this work was performed at the University Public Worship service on Sunday, January 26, 2003, exactly one hundred years to the day after the church was first dedicated. The piece is scored for choir, organ, and a soloist of any voice. Greg Wait, tenor and Music Director of the Stanford Memorial Church Choir, sang the solo line at the performance.

The opening is marked andante and stays dreamy and unhurried. Clustered chords hum on the Great while a melody begins to gather, almost reluctantly, in the Pedal. A solo flute stop on the Swell then sings its own line before the soloist enters with the first inscription.

The music reaches toward the light at “manifested,” arriving first in C-flat major and then in E-flat major. This small progression (E-flat minor, C-flat major, E-flat major) recurs as the piece unfolds. The soloist carries the thought through “the power to bestow,” growing to fortissimo. The choir then takes up the same idea, sharing the melodic and harmonic ground the soloist laid down, though no single voice holds the original tune completely. The progression at “manifested” returns, extended a little further this time. A similar broadening at “the power to bestow,” now allargando molto, settles deceptively in B-flat major.

The second half opens in E-flat major. A brief organ interlude hints at a new melodic contour without quite committing to it, and the tempo presses ahead, più mosso. The soloist returns to sing the second inscription, now bright and brimming with optimism. The Swell flute offers a lilting countermelody overhead.

When the soloist finishes, the choir enters over quiet sustained chords, women first and then men, with different phrases lit up by where each section comes in. A long crescendo at “sweet music” gives way to the same words in four independent lines. Suddenly soft, the organ drops away to leave a cadence on an F-major-seventh chord—that, quite literally, is the sweet music.

From there the music builds to its close: the organ stacks larger and larger chords beneath “if we only have the skill,” the word “skill” returning in eight parts over a long fermata before thinning back to a hush. The final “the skill to touch it” joins soloist and choir together, the Swell flute soaring in on the penultimate sung bar above gentle chords on the Great. At a broad molto rallentando, the Pedal speaks its last word with the 32-foot added, and the piece comes to rest.

The audio sample begins at measure 44, just before the first choir entrance.