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- 12
- SATB Choir
Program Notes
anna
first dance
we walk from streetlight to streetlight
silence to silence
how to speak about the human heart and memory
how to speak about all the rooms we live in
rooms that were cloisters or rooms with lamps and seashells
and empty bottles
rooms with pianos or angels rooms where voices died rooms
that were dance-halls for wildflowers
rooms of prayer or despair rooms of light
memory is a scar I love to touch but will never trust
the future because I was born I trust and can never touch
so I straddle time taking the scraps memory offers and
wanting them again and again
anna
second dance
something about all the rooms I have inhabited
rooms with broken windows rooms of rain
the future, because I was born, I trust and can never touch. so
I straddle time, taking the scraps memory offers and wanting
them again and again.
seeking an end to memory
looking for other conversations in other rooms
Text by Patrick Friesen