The Chaconne - Dessa, Minnesota Orchestra

The books I read

Said you were a fragile kid

Just as I imagined it, your story goes

Another nosebleed,

Roses on the pillowcase

The fever breaks

And you’re back on earth again

You rehearse

In the living room

The nursemaid

Comes mid-afternoon

To say you’ve practiced

Long enough today

She takes your bow, it’s suppertime

But oh, your only appetite

Was fixed on the chaconne

You’d hoped to play

So soon you’re off

To the academy

The honors

And the accolades

First a darling, then a marvel

When we met, I was still a young girl

But you had changed

Already famous

Your name was a contagion

You were vain and hard to take

All the same, I was brazen

How the tides rise

I don’t suppose you’d tell the truth

So I won’t ask you anymore

Oh the things that we all do

To pass the time between the wars

I don’t regret a single day

Heard your chaconne

On every stage

But your love sleeps in a velvet case

So what’d you bring me,

Bring me for

What’d you bring me,

Bring me for

I hear you keep

Your pretty wife alive

On only brie

They say a dozen years ago

She could have passed for me

She doesn’t trust you with the baby

Maybe better that way

Safe in your study

Going grey

You’re at your best

When you’re alone

Above the fray

With your chaconne

Now the bells toll