r/Composing

This is the very first music video I have created. I hope you like the music.

I tried to compose a fugue out of a scale like subject and a rather chromatic countersubject. Here is the pdf

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KVDTTc21lLmPDE-m5xlR\\\_L\\\_O6HfM\\\_Amm/view?usp=drivesdk

This string quartet is my first ever composition. I'm only 15 years old and I'm really hoping to get this out to people who enjoy classical music and young composers. I want to know your opinions on this and what I should do next. If you decide to play this quartet and get a really good audio recording of that, please send it to me. And if you know anyone else who is interested in this kind of music, show them this piece and tell them to spread the word. Please excuse MuseScore's lack of dynamics and correct playing techniques. Here's the link: https://musescore.com/user/122887676/scores/35352605?share=copy_link

i normally compose for piano on musescore, but im experimenting with instruments like the violin, how can i tell whats playable without like learning the violin, is there a way i can visualise the sheet music using some sort of program similar to a piano roll so i know im not writing bs

My biggest flaw in composing that doesn't let me create anything is TS.

I always try to, compare all of them to the original note, trying to guess it etc,BUT IT DOESN'T WORK!

Can anyone help me with this? Would help me a lot,thanks.

I was practicing some modulation to different keys and using more counterpoint in my pieces.

Do you think these transitions to Am are okay?

Also. I always struggle with the development of the piece, do you think it is feeling like a journey you are on with this piece?

Hello all.

I am working on a composition about a character that goes from melancholy to pissed off and back again. This is all being done with electric guitar and pedal effects. The work is in B phrygian. I have a melody line that I like that is suitably melancholy and I know how to raise the tension as I go by increasing the tempo and shifting to a higher octave. But I'm wondering if there might be other methods to convey anger that I havent explored yet, short of maxing out my fuzz pedal. Any suggestions would be welcome. I'm still very much a beginner so please be kind.

Hello everyone, I wanted to share my new piece I composed at IU. Let me know what you think!

Here's the links to them:

Movement I: https://musescore.com/user/113211719/scores/35233121

Movement II: https://musescore.com/user/113211719/scores/35233013

Movement III: https://musescore.com/user/113211719/scores/35233127

Movement IV: https://musescore.com/user/113211719/scores/35233169

Please tell me where it was good and where I need to improve. Thank you!

Oh about the numbering: 10.x because I just chose 10 randomly(Idk why) and the x is the order of composing. Meaning 10.3 was the third to be composed.

For some context, my percussion director has asked me to write a few drumline cadences for the line for this upcoming season.

I've been trying my hardest to write but when as soon as I open the software I just can't put anything down that I'm satisfied with. I've written a couple of cadences before, and it used to happen really quickly to the point where I would get an idea and write it out in maybe a day or two. Nowadays, I struggle to even get 4 bars down that I'm satisfied with.

Even before my director asked me to start writing these, I've been trying over and over to no avail. I just cant seem to write the way I used to, and ideas don't even come to my head anymore.

I'm not sure what else to do other than keep trying, but I feel like something should have come to me by now after months of trying.

I know there's no simple way to write music, but I just want to ask: how do you personally begin writing music? What's usually the thing that gets your mind to make something original?

I've spent several years building a long-term music project called Void Mourning.

One thing I didn't expect was how often a composition would resist the genre I originally imagined for it.

Some pieces remained progressive metal.

Others became atmospheric works.

Some turned into narrative compositions.

One eventually expanded into a multi-part science-fiction cycle.

Over time, I stopped asking, "What genre should this be?" and started asking, "What does this composition need?"

I'm curious whether other songwriters have experienced something similar.

Have you ever started with one genre in mind only to discover that the song itself wanted something entirely different?

The Moderator asked me to share some story lyrics for you to read, so you can better understand and see that I am human, not a bot.

The First Vigil, by Jee for Void Mourning

The First Vigil I - Arrival Under Two Suns

We step out beneath two suns

That no longer belong to memory

For years we saw them on screens

Studied their spectra

Calculated mass and orbit

Now they burn against the curved glass of our respirator lenses

One amber and heavy

The other white and sharp

Thin clouds stretch across the sky

Pulled long by heated wind

Far over the plain

Other descent pods cross the light in controlled descent—

Brief silver arcs, then gone

Thruster flare fades to vapor

The sky closes over their fall

Respirator seals lock at jaw and cheek

Spore filters hum

We take the first measured breath

Mineral salt

Resin

The ground releases its chemistry

Crystal grit shifts under our boots

Fracturing both suns into narrow bands

Each step sends brief rainbows through the sand

Blue stems rise from the soil

Fluid moving visibly inside them

Not decorative

Working

The entire plain is working

Heat thickens distance

We know the mathematics of refraction

We know dense air bends a line

Still, the horizon lifts and settles in slow vertical bands

Heated layers stacking

Then thinning again

Inversion

Physics

And yet it feels alive

Warm currents rise in sheets

Dust lifts, hovers, falls

Twin shadows form beneath us

And divide when we shift

Light splits edges

Color separates at the rim of sight

Breath steady inside the mask

Heart steady

For now

The First Vigil II - Fauna

Something moves between us.

At first I mistake it

For dust in thermal rise

But the shape holds

Against the moving air

Semi-translucent

Bell-like

A thin membrane

Stretched over a circular frame

Floats toward him

The membrane contracts

In quick pulses

Drawing air inward

Expelling it in bursts

Each contraction gives slight lift

The thicker atmosphere sustains the rest

It does not flap

It does not strain

It regulates buoyancy

Through small internal shifts

It pauses near his shoulder

He sees it

Does not move

Through the lens I see

Faint internal structure —

A denser ring circling its center

Tightening and releasing

Then the mouth opens

The lower edge splits

Along a seam

Revealing narrow teeth

Set in cartilage

Inner tissue flexes

The creature drifts closer

The teeth make contact

With his shoulder plate

A light tap at first

Then pressure

The ring tightens

The teeth begin to move

Small

Rapid strikes

Against the suit seal

Before the hover-thing can saw into him

A blue-stemmed plant beside us snaps toward it

Its outer casing splits apart

Along a pre-formed seam

A filament ejects

Driven by stored tension

Thin as wire

Faster than sight

It does not wander

It targets the drifting body

The line strikes it once

Wraps

Tightens

And pulls

The membrane collapses

The bell contracts in reflex

But the filament holds

The stem reels it inward

With controlled force

The opening widens

The hover-thing's teeth

Are still working

As the plant draws it inward

The plant encloses it

Closes around it

Seals

The base thickens

The air resumes

Its layered motion

But I am already moving

His shoulder distorts

In refracted light

A red line appears

Where the teeth struck

His jaw bends

Out of alignment

For a breath

Then the air settles

The image corrects

My hands are already on him

I check the seal

At his collar

Run my fingers

Along his shoulder

Searching for heat

Breach

Damage

He is intact

The First Vigil 3 - Past and The Watch

Amber sun

Sliding toward the horizon

White star

Lowering overhead

The sight of two suns still unsettles us

The burning suns were not stars

They were weapons we built

They turned cities to glass

And poisoned the air

The memory lingers

But this planet expands around us

Heat settles into the surface

Nothing moves against us now

We mark the ground in straight lines

Equipment set by angle and shadow

Tools kept within reach

We inventory water

Check seals

Recalibrate perimeter sensors

Distance now means supply

Distance means exposure

Distance means time before response

From the pod we release the dome frame

It is heavier than it looks

We carry it between us

We measure distance by what we carry

It unfolds in ordered segments

Carbon ribs locking to titanium joints

Pre-set curvature finding its shape

We anchor it to the marked ground

Seal the lower ring

Inside our masks

Readouts flicker

Air shifts

Near us

Not heat distortion

A break in the pattern

Movement

Something living

Approaches

It does not rush

It seems to listen

The first creature moved by instinct

This one moves slowly

About the weight of a medium-sized dog

Multiple limbs working in quiet sequence

We start calling it the bug-dog

It circles the camp in smooth increments

Each advance precise

It studies us

One of us turns

Not enough to signal fear

Enough to confirm position

We shorten the watch

No one speaks of it

At the edge of camp, it stops

Not retreat

Not attack

Recognition

We understand

Inside the dome

We remove the masks

Shake out our hair

Small lights at the crown of the dome engage

casting a dim perimeter glow

Inside, low footlights activate

Enough to move without stumbling

Night arrives in stages

The white star follows

Dark gathers in layers

From the plants

Faint luminescence rises

Outside the dome, the bug-dog circles once more.

Closer now

A limb brushes the lower seam

A faint scrape along the base

It seems to listen

We remain still

It lingers a moment longer

Then turns

The limbs work in quiet sequence

It moves back into the dark

The plant light swallows its outline

Inside the dome, the air is steady

The long crossing through the stars ends here

We watch

Then fall asleep