A time of change for alto and guitar

Description

Setting of the poem “A time of change” by Mark Haviland:

Survivors of some strange social shipwreck
we swim seperately to shore
There to sit with heads in hands
not speaking to each other any more

We were a group a single body
united in our purpose
Now isolated helpless
communication contact lost
the fragments of some past mosaic whole
now each a single coloured splinter
without guidance or control

The kaleidoscope is shaken
the pattern disappears
the fragments rearranging
A new design appears
we take on new identities
abandoning the past
Memories of our former ties
are all that’s left at last.