Song Cycle

This is the libretto for a song cycle called “Seasons of Love”.

It charts a same-sex love affair, likening each phase of the relationship to the yearly cycle of the seasons.

I’m engaging with contemporary classical composer Rose Miranda Hall to  have it orchestrated.

 

SEASONS OF LOVE

SPRING

I have passed through sorrow,

I was lost, frightened,

Now my spirits are lifting, my heart is lighter.

Solitude,  A gift of  freedom ,

Now is the season of hope and light.

Sap rising, buds beginning,

*    *    *    *    *

Time passes, the earth turns. Time passes, seasons change.

  •  *  *  *  *  *

Aha …. I see her…. Our eyes meet

Such beauty, such grace,

We talk, we laugh…. we  are amazed,

There is a sense of recognition.

Of possibility, of promise , of possibility

We kiss …….Ah yes.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *

Time passes, the earth turns,  time passes, seasons change

  •  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

 

SUMMER

I am in heaven…….

Our love affair is blooming,

Bursting with colour and life,

Overflowing with every joy.

Now is the season of fulfilment,

Nature in all her majestic glory.

*    *     *     *     *     *     *

Oh what  bliss … what bliss…

Her body, its perfume, her touch, her kiss….

Long languid days…….sweet sultry nights..

Where does she end, and I begin..

We  are drowning……

Drowning in love.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

Time passes,  the earth turns. Time passes, seasons change.

  •  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

 

AUTUMN

The days are getting shorter, darker.

Cool winds have chilled me to the bone.

So many needs and expectations,

I feel stifled…….

Now is the season of mellow fruitfulness,

Ours is a meagre harvest.

*    *    *    *     *    *    *

Loves early promise lies unfulfilled

Fruits withered on the stem……

Nature or nurture, it will be the death of me.

I am  running out,

Running out,

Of faith

*    *    *    *    *    *    *

Time passes,  the earth turns. Time passes, seasons change.

  •  *  *  *  *  *  *

 

WINTER

I  am frozen….shut down

Hardly living.

The earth is cold, branches  stripped bare,

Sap returned to source.

Now is the season of  hibernation,

Time to pause , reflect…. recover.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

The loss…..The sorrow….

The bitter disappointment.

I gave too much.

Received too little, too late..

I am broken….broken….

Broken.

*      *      *      *      *     *

Time passes, the earth turns. Time passes, seasons change

  •  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Music moving into……. SPRING

 

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