scrounging around for leftovers, this brief moment of solitude is a holdover from college, albeit in a slightly different form than the original. It began life as a little art song (pretty much all I did at that time) setting of a poem by Emily Dickinson. Around the turn of the millenium I made some adjustments deciding it worked better as an instrumental. This piece would make a nice encore in a 'cellist's recital.
