Knee 5 ( philip glass )
(written by Samuel Johnson, adopted from the knee play )
The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and
the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to
relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of
the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.
And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be
a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old,
old story of love.
Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies
touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.
There was silence between them. So profound was
theire love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in
silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?"
she asked. "You know I love you. darling," he replied. "I love you more
than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life. my sun. moon and stars. You are my
everything. Without you I have no reason for being."
Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a
park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke.
"How much do you love me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How' much do I
love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon.
Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as
impossible for me to say how much I love you.
"My love for you is higher than the heavens,
deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything
must have an ending except my love for you."
There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a
park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me,
John" she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent
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