Part Two of Two Parts Act IV The Apartment Rosario. You read well Oliver. I get a little jealous of that song, you knew we met in the hospital, not China, but for some reason he was dreaming of China [Lee looks at Rosario unprovoked] Oliver. Why don't you read this one on, "Death...?" Rosario we got time, I think, I know you want to go someplace though... Rosario [proudly]. Yes, I'd like that: Easy Waltz Death (departure) time C" Look soft-ly back at me my friend when death dis - turbs your eyes." I died with love and maj - es-ty I nev er thought to cry. I nev er thought to cry." Man - y times I've looked at death sur- round-ed by life and storms." A - wak - en from my sleep I've seen that death was not much more, death was not much more." [play in flat] God calls us home" to whom He please. - He is not re - spec-tor of -men Death has its price and its re - wards the chase for God I've won!" 'Tis de - parture I cry dear friend. Wife, dear lov-ers, child-ren and kin; -- the heart aches (far-well) the pain is gone. -- Speak kind-ly please. I've loved you all." Rosario puts back the music-sheets onto the table by Lee, and tells him to read" "It's your turn," she says with a bright smile; he plays a little coy looking through his five songs he wrote, and selects "The Dancer,": [Note to the reader and audience, if it was a play the Reader could be pretending to read the music, While someone was playing and singing it.] Brote 4 The Dancer 4/4 time I watched her dance one eve-ning The night, the night was fare. All her spir- it danced, - danced as she twist-ed, as she twist-ed the air. " Heal to toe-- she tapped her feet"in a world her own. ----And as the mu-sic played"her style was born,--smooth and beau-tiful.-- And as she danced, tap-ping heal to toe,-- I could hear the floor,- hear the floor whisp-per dance on more.---- She danced the night a - way---- like a swan in"flight. As she danced t'ward me one could see my heart want-ing flight.--- Heal to toe she tapped her feet in a world her own.-- And as the mu-sic played- her style was born, smooth and beau-ti-ful." Dance on, dan-cer dance on! Let the mu - sic play.-- Dance on, danc - er, dance on! Let the ar-tist sway.-- Dance on! (may repeat the) Oliver. How long you been writing? Lee. Poetry all my life, as for the music end of it, maybe several years. Some of these songs are from a while ago, before I met Rosario of course. Oliver [with a curious tone]. Which one did you write about Rosario? [Rosario looks] Lee [with smile and answer]. "It was always you," a song from the heart. Rosario [anxious]. We will have to read that one another day, we really got to go before it gets too late to window shop. |
