FOR RHOSWYN & MARCELLAIN

/em coaxes notes from the black viol, the sounds bend out of the instrument. ♪♪♪ <wait.5>
/em sways and the layers of music mesh into a beautiful tapestry embroidered with forest themes. ♪♪♪
♪ I want you to know     …it’s me
♪ …Feel my breath
♪ I want you to know     …the anxiety
♪ …Inside my breast
♪ When you’ve known the world …entirely
♪ …You’ll like it less
♪ But if you must go out     …and see
♪ …It’s for the best
♪ I’ve brought you here to     …this place
♪ So you    shan’t     wan-der
♪ Take me into an     …embrace
♪ So I     could     not     be     clo-ser ♪♪
/em sulks around the place, the sound wanders with her, changing the acoustic dynamics with each step. ♪♪♪

/em sings almost as if she is speaking right into the ears. ♪♪♪
♪ I lay upon your     …forest’s floor
♪ …It’s on my flesh
♪ The leaves and soil     …I adore
♪ …On my flesh
♪ Your skin, it keeps     …me warm
♪ …Lain on my flesh
♪ With ink and quill I’ll let     …you score
♪ …Upon my flesh
♪ I’d have you hear me     …confessed
♪ If     you     should     wan-der
♪ Breathe my name into     …your chest
♪ So I     could     not     be     clo-ser ♪♪
/em shakes her head negative in a slow and deliberate motion.  Repeats “could not be closer.” ♪♪♪

/em ‘s Viol erupts into massive chords.  Her claws tear across the stings and she sings with operatic force. ♪♪♪
♪ Your  regrets  are  as  invisible
♪ As ….tears in the ocean
♪ Our  faults  are  more  pardonable
♪ Than ….how we choose to disguise them
/em ‘s yellow eyes lock on Marcy and the wall of sound thrums like a cavalry charge.
♪ And I am:     smiling…as wide as the ocean
♪ And I’ll:      wave to you…with the arms of the mountain
♪ Am I a:      beguiling…twisted oak of emotion?
♪ Custom:     made for you…with a heart you have stolen? ♪♪
/em ‘s adds a layer of melody here and skulks away as the music settles. ♪♪♪

/em returns to sing in a bedroom voice. ♪♪♪
♪ I love your hands in     …my hair
♪ …And on my flesh
♪ Sweat mingles with the mist    …in the air
♪ …And off my flesh
♪ The roots and vines have    …me ensnared
♪ …Around my flesh
♪ How I love to have    …you in there
♪ …Inside my flesh
♪ I need you to hear this    …song sung
♪ Be-fore     you     should     wan-der
♪ Kiss my name into    …your lungs
♪ So I     could     not     be     clo-ser ♪♪
/em ‘s claws extend a little further and the volume of the music begins to increase. ♪♪♪

/em ‘s Viol roars, the girl taps out a descant harmony. ♪♪♪
♪ She  who  talks  too  much
♪ Is ….too often mistaken
♪ That  which  hurts  also instructs
♪ My love ….I have learned is unshaken
/em , in total head-banging rock pose sings as loud as her little lungs can manage.  The viol sounds like an avalanche. ♪♪♪
♪ And I am:     sinking…as deep as the ocean
♪ When I:      lay with you…submerged in the forest and drownin
♪ No matter what ensues I’ll be as constant and strong as platinum
♪ Custom:     made for you…from parts of the heart you have stolen. ♪♪
/em eases into a closing melody as the massive chords shatter themselves against the walls. ♪♪♪
/em uses a lighter and lighter touch until finally, she is not touching the strings at all. ♪♪♪