About this piece: "The incredibly telling text to the poem The little stream sings, whose seemingly harmless title seems to point to a Schubertian innocence but in fact belies a poem that talks of Death and “our freedom to kill”; “there is no death,” we are told, on the morning of Christ’s resurrection. It is an incredibly deep poem, perhaps reflecting that the stream, which is “the water of life,” holds the key in its natural innocence. The Salt Lake Vocal Artists trace the emotional trajectory of Maxfield’s remarkable setting with rapt concentration. “Death is our illusion” they sing, and somehow, we believe them." --Fanfare Magazine