SEASONS

Vrie retrieves his handpipes from the folds of his jacket,
checking the smooth instrument fondly before beginning.

Vrie begins the first verse placidly:

	A Rose that I remember
	'twas a Winter well long passed
	and an Autumn in the evening
	or a Summer: passing fast

Vrie continues into the next after a stretched solo:

	And 'neath the Winter's moonlight
	or the Autumn's evening glare
	and the Summer, after noon times
	but the Rose was always there

Vrie resumes the third verse,
voice soft and melancholy in remembrance:

	The wineglass on the table
	beneath the sky above
	or settled 'round a fire
	an unspoken toast to love

Vrie pauses before the muscial notes climb to their completion.
Vrie sings:

	Nature's way of healing
	scars that will not die
	though we need to keep the mem'ries
	it is the Spirit's need to try

Vrie concludes.
He allows the music to fade into the background, overcome by silence.