“Solo for female voice”
If you leave, lover, it will be raining,
the loneliness knocking, seeking me out.
And I will be cursing my fate.
But I will bless your days.
You urged like stormwind in my youth
and felled every wall like so much scenery.
You have pulled away the roof of my home.
Yet you have offered me no new refuge.
So I died a thousand times: Since you returned,
it’s my luck to get right up close to you, undisturbed.
How else shall you hear my silence,
you who never once heard a word I said…?