I hear the axe has flowered, I hear the place can't be named, I hear the bread that looks on him heals the hanged man, the bread his wife baked him, I hear they call life the only refuge.

(Translated from the German by Ian Fairley)

Jimmy Scott sings "All of Me"

Mahler's "I have lost track of the World".

Dusk over church spires. Loud voices of kids at play. Wind rumbling through chimes, and branches of chameleon trees. Distant sounds of ship horns, ambulance sirens, scrum of cars on roads and highways. A Mahler's symphony spilling from a radio. A desire to confess my longing (and shame at such weakness for you) to you, Adrienne.