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