Program Note

In my mind’s eye I can see the signs of devastation that litter the foreign landscapes far away. I’m a distant yet not unaffected observer. There are certain objects that have about them a universal familiarity, even in their now fragmented states: twisted metal, parts of what was a statue, a shoe... nothing much...

...remains....
People used to sing songs here.

Now they search or wait.
Time passes...
From beyond Pange Lingua can be heard... faintly...