Program Note

Commissioned by The Furies (Kate Outterbridge & Maiani da Silva)

Program note:

The first drop always bleeds the hardest.

Text: (originally written by Jane Taylor, rev. Nina Shekhar)

twinkle, twinkle, little star
how I wonder what you are
deep beneath this painful shy
wax and wane ’til I run dry

when the flower starts to grow
when the winds of change must blow
then you show your little light
twinkle, twinkle, through the night

in the dark red sky you keep
and often through my curtains peep
for you never shut your eye
’til the sun sets in my rye

twinkle, twinkle, little leap
how i wonder what you reap
shed my youth in every flow
chaste and pure I know no more

as your bright and tiny spark
lights my voyage in the dark
though I know not what you are
twinkle, twinkle, little star