ฟังเพลงSunday

作曲 : Stephen Sondheim

作词 : Stephen Sondheim

Dot, why did write these words?

They are your words, George.

The words you uttered so often when you worked.

"Order.

Design.

Tension.

Composition.

Balance.

Light."

Dot, I cannot read this word.

"Harmony."

Sunday

By the blue / "So much love in his words...

Purple yellow red water / Forever with his colors...

On the green

Purple yellow red grass / How George looks...

As we pass / He can look forever...

Through arrangements of shadows / What does he see? His eyes so dark and shiny...

Towards the verticals of tree / So careful...So exact..."

Forever

By the blue

Purple yellow red water

On the green

Orange violet mass

Of the grass

In our perfect park

Made of flecks of light

And dark

And parasols

People strolling through the trees

Of a small suburban park

On an island in the river

On an ordinary Sunday

Sunday

Sunday

"White.

A blank page or canvas.

His favorite.

So many possibilities..."