Beneath Sintra: Op.1 Overture

Amalia is somewhere deep beneath the ground: a hidden stage made of stone and lit by moonlight. The light filters through unseen clouds, silver rays disappearing in an empty orchestra pit. An endless empty audience stares back. A hush runs through crowd. A wall of curtains flutter against layers of rock. Dark figures rush in the aisles. They chase Amalia. She is running, now, across the stage, …