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,
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves