This is a piano version of an aria from my opera, Mad King Suibhne, based on the ancient Irish tale. Eorann's husband, Suibhne, went mad and ran away a year ago. Eorann hopes that on a beautiful day like this he can find peace.
Original words;
Eorann; (Scene: A woodland glade.)
This day, so beautiful! I think of my beloved;
When days are cold, I waste in pain for him. But on a day like this, I long to know:
Is he happy? Or does the raging madness sweep his blood?
Perhaps today he walks in pleasant places,
Takes the sun and listens to the birds;
Perhaps, today, his soul exults, perhaps
The joy of God runs living in his veins.