“[(sung, nearly spoken, voice fragile and stunned)]
The boy is gone.
The house is clean.
The gold still shines
But none can see. “
“He was more than heir –
He was breath in stone.
I carved his laughter
Into walls of my own. “
“[PHARAOH. Deep Male Bass voice (sung, rising in intensity):]”
They daubed their doors
With borrowed blood
While I –
I stood like silence
In blood and mud.
“[(His phrasing steadies but gains emotional weight. Piano adds subtle
low-octave strikes.)]
I have raised cities
With one breath
But I could not hold
The hand of death “
“[(Tone darkens. Cello shifts to heavier bowing. Subtle percussion
tremor may appear under the line.)]
You spared the fields
And took the flame
You passed their homes
And crossed my name”
“[(Music thins dramatically. Cello holds long tones. Pharaoh stands alone in a sonic void. His voice should feel exposed, almost shaking.)] “
“Tell me, God –
Is this Your grace?
To leave a throne
And fill its place…
…With silence? “
“Take your people
Take your priests
Take your shepherds
And your feasts “
“[(Breath grows unsteady. The orchestra fractures around him, strings
shaking, then pulling back.)]
Take your burdens
Take your God
Take the promise
Take your blood! “
“[(The music collapses into near stillness. Only soft piano and a single cello line remain. Pharaoh sinks physically or emotionally.)]”
“I am Pharaoh.
But what am I now?
The pillars still stand.
But now I bow.”