This piece is a short setting of E. E. Cummings' well-known Who knows if the moon's. i broke off working on it in May 1995 following the abrupt death of my father, and could never bring myself to return to it. i eventually rediscovered the sketches and finally managed to complete the piece in June 2014.
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves