The Portrait - Duet Parts     Page 1

The Portrait - Duet Parts By GhumBy 1997
[Tenor] Up to a grassy knoll       one day, my altar to reflect, rejoice,       and pray, when in a backward glance       I see, a particular Red Robin floating       after me. Many chains to my heart       has she undone, blindly unlocking them       one by one. Only remains this one       for me to hide, from my ambition       choked up inside. [Soprano] To her silent       approach, No warning cry       doth broach, the reason for escape       that she should make, of liberties innocently       that she might take. [Tenor] Memories significant       my life contains, of actions to avoid       tandem flight pains. From this delight       hedged and hidden, but this time       not forbidden. This time       I would not run, From Stage       and Setting Sun, But would lead her to       this final key, where she could sing       duet with me.		[Soprano and Tenor] She circles this sacred spot       and me, the Duet not one verse, not two       but three. She sings in harmony       to my life's song! No more can I deny       this heart to long. Twitching toes       reach out in search for friends       on which to perch [Tenor] In my head       a summation, We might fly       in formation. The dozen descants of devotion       that through my head swan, don't dare compare to this delight       that plays my heart upon. The words I need to say       lack breath. The actions I need to take       lack depth. Mesmerized again       I watch the passing moments. My throat aches       from these and other torments. Her selfless expressions of       sympathy and concern, adds fatigue to my selfish       frustrations that do burn. Weakness comes       back to harass. Again she flies       beyond my grasp.

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[Narrated] A Psalm of GhumBy. I cannot move       for I am lost             as in a jungle. Where every path I take       closes in on me. If only the courage to call,       the song bird of my dreams             to return, or as in death       be vanquished forever. Dreary days ghost by,       eyes through the window             glance keener. The lump in my throat       gets harder to ignore. Feeling hopeless,       fruitless,             pointless, I remember the comfort       of my Shepherd's words. "In your search, frustrated,       cry for My help,             for I will hear. In your weakness,       I am your feet. In your hour of darkness       the glimmer of hope             is Me. For all your needs,       provision I have prepared. Be diligent       in the task             I set for you, for there is found       your blessing true." From this wisdom       my Lord doth impart, His contentment creeps back       to smile on my heart. I will trust in the Lord       His blessings I count all my days. Look up, His hand directs,       the beauty of His ways, amaze.		[Tenor] I try not       to give a toss. The Lord wills,       our paths do cross. To close the void,       that comes between, requires some magic       power unseen. But the beauty       of this bird, my clumsy actions       do disturb. I do not see       in my fall, her off-balanced       by my gall. Her sparkling eyes       I look to see, but searching for escape       they avert from me. Like a dove cornered       has lost her grace, to restore this Robin's joy       must I step back a pace?             Turn my face?             Leave her space?             Flee the place?             Vanish without trace?

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  When GhumBy completed 'Portrait - Duet Parts', he chose a Part Three title,
'The Portrait - The Trinity (Three in One)'
Sadly he has not been inspired to write this part three as hoped for.
However, an interruption called What Honour Brings was written.