Metamorphoses (play) - Music

Music

The music for Metamorphoses was composed by Willy Schwarz, for which he was awarded the 2002 Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Music in a Play. Schwarz also collaborated with Zimmerman in her plays The Odyssey and Journey to the West. In Metamorphoses his music is used to signify a change in scene or to accompany specific moments of a scene, often a moment of poetic speech.

Music in the form of finger cymbals is used in the story of Midas; after he is granted the ability to turn anything he touches to gold, his footsteps are denoted by the sound of the finger cymbals. Also, the character of Apollo sings the aria "Un Aura Amarosa" from Cosí Fan Tutte by Mozart during the story of Phaeton.

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