Approaching Spring: A Song For Soprano And String Trio

To the sound of a deep melody like the ancient circuit of the sea, wise CHILD with summer's blood in your veins here, in this cold northern country, help me to remember what has been loved and to dream of what will be loved. To the sound of talk and tears like the softest tones of Debussy's piano, quiet GIRL hidden within lilac bushes now, in this season of soil and rains, come forth suffused in purple fragrance and we will wander across marshes of moon grass. To the sound of dawns and nightfalls like the gracious orchestra of Mother Nature, sweet WOMAN whose hands open the sun's doors always, during the flights of owls and deer, guide me into the gold light of June, along a free-flowing stream pressed against familiar shores.