En Tiempo Escuchamos

In time, we see. In time, we notice. In time, we listen. The songs you asked me for will touch us and move me along the stave of before and after.

A woman, seated behind you, the audience, speaks to someone dear and trusted — someone like herself. “Can you hear me?” she asks. In time, you will see, and the woman appears as though rain had passed across the stage. She, the chair and her skirt will reveal the movement of time and the way I touch it.

I am ready to hear the rest of the story. What happened to her? What does she mean? To whom?