
Plus ne suis ce que j’ai été
A cappella four-part SATB Renaissance madrigal inspired by the sacred and secular polyphony of Orlando di Lasso, featuring full lyrical imitative counterpoint with staggered voice entries, Each voice—soprano, alto, tenor, and bass—sings the complete text with equal rhetorical weight, including the bass voice carrying full melodic phrases rather than harmonic support alone, The texture is strictly polyphonic, avoiding homophony except at rare cadential points, Melodic lines interlock through continuous imitation, with voices entering on different beats and overlapping phrases to sustain forward motion, The vocal tone is straight, dark, and unadorned, with no vibrato or modern expressivity, The performance favors gravity, restraint, and textual clarity over polish, evoking a solemn Renaissance chapel rather than an academic concert hall, Harmonic density and intensity increase gradually across stanzas, ‑vocables, ‑vocal accompaniment, ‑modern ensemble styli

Plus ne suis ce que j’ai été
A cappella four-part SATB Renaissance madrigal inspired by the sacred and secular polyphony of Orlando di Lasso, featuring full lyrical imitative counterpoint with staggered voice entries, Each voice—soprano, alto, tenor, and bass—sings the complete text with equal rhetorical weight, including the bass voice carrying full melodic phrases rather than harmonic support alone, The texture is strictly polyphonic, avoiding homophony except at rare cadential points, Melodic lines interlock through continuous imitation, with voices entering on different beats and overlapping phrases to sustain forward motion, The vocal tone is straight, dark, and unadorned, with no vibrato or modern expressivity, The performance favors gravity, restraint, and textual clarity over polish, evoking a solemn Renaissance chapel rather than an academic concert hall, Harmonic density and intensity increase gradually across stanzas, ‑vocables, ‑vocal accompaniment, ‑modern ensemble styli
Lyrics
Et ne le saurai jamais être.
Mon beau printemps et mon été
Ont fait le saut par la fenêtre.
Amour, tu m’as trop mal traité,
Je suis las de ton maître-être.
Plus ne suis ce que j’ai été,
Et ne le saurai jamais être.
Plus ne suis ce que j’ai été,
Et ne le saurai jamais être.
Mon beau printemps et mon été
Ont fait le saut par la fenêtre.
