Hommage a b.b.
By Jonathan Elliott
For Soprano, Alto Flute, and Viola
Oh dark forest, how high stands your highest tree? How long, how long since its leaves last fell silently? How long, how long since its leaves last fell silently? A lone bird, flying high, mourns her mates, so sadly. From high above she settles slowly to the ground. Alone, she sings; only the vast sky hears her sound. She rests, crying, in the shadow of the leaves and flowers, Lamenting, she sings to the love who has left her waiting here. —English version by the composer