Lyrics

Mvt.1
In late July the breathless breeze
arouses pine and aspen trees.
Woodwind songs and harpers' strings
play weather-driven harmonies.
The world glows in a filtered haze,
initiating shorter days.
I translate breathy chant and word
from languages I've never heard;
now come the sounds of flute and oboe
played by spirits of the wood-
composing a concerto.

Mvt.2
The valley glows in heat of day
as sun and shadow alternate,
revealing, extinguishing,
the fragile landscape time has made.
Clouds drift then chase in swift parade
as patterned raindrops strike
in patterned raindrops strike
in a percussive sharp staccato.
Tympanic beats of thunder moan,
then boom across the coal-grey dome.
Rhythmic rain dissolves and fades,
as thunder softens, falters, slows; now pian piano

Mvt.3
In damp and mist, sunlight reveals
and arch against a sky of steel.
The rainbow's luminescent light
glimmers, glows, then fades from sight
splashing a painterly array
of sunset's brush and colorplay.
Silence rules until the dawn,
then wakes the world with light and song.
And soon, in incandescent glow,
a new song will compose itself,
di nuovo e di nuovo.