Then There Were None

A contemporary duet between a bassoon and trumpet. Irony drives this piece as an insecure trumpet can't help but dwell on the low notes of life and finds themself driving away a bassoon who sees the low notes of life, and yet knows it hurts to drown in them for too long. "We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we are not alone." -Orson Wells