ONE TWO
For alto flute, guitar and marimba For bass clarinet, viola and vibraphone
...We're trapped in a reality whose form we can't imagine...but to build a microcosmic world on certain principles we observe, to construct patterns, complex and elegant, and then to take things away, to excise until there remain only clues, pale vestiges, a vast puzzle with missing pieces, materializing from darkness and obscurity...
The color of time,
Plenitude in what passes,
Lucid the chaos.
A green grasshopper
Sunning himself on a stone:
The wreath of the hours.