Stephen Sondheim Fourth Letter
[Clara]
How could I forget you?
(A shadowy figure, Fosca, appears at the top of the stairs and begins slowly descending.)
Yesterday I walked through the park
To the knoll where we met
Afterwards I sat on the bench
Where we sat all that sultry afternoon
I thought about our room, our little room
Where we were happy
And where we shall be happy again
Some day
I see us in our room, our little room
And I don't feel so alone any more
(Against her song, the Chopinesque piano music which we heard before begins to play.)
I close my eyes, imagining that you are there
Imagining your fingers touching mine
Imagining our room
The bed, the secrecy, the world outside
Your mouth on mine
(Fosca descends the last step. She carries some books
And approaches her empty place setting with an uncertain gait. Music holds)
[Fosca]
Captain...
(Giorgio sees her and is momentarily stunned. Clara exits.)
