...
if you were light
expanding through the space
spreading from the heart of a system which collects just a handful of planets and moons
you think.
Then you embrace it and together you make shapes
lines and contours
crossing the snowy wall of a sanctuary with a bell and a cross on its top.
We hear complete silence and feel that time has never existed. Through our human limitations, we wonder if it is a similar feeling we will experience when our gaze meets the divine. No single sound in the hermitage until we remember
there is a bell that could be touched by the invisible...
Maybe we were scared or pleased by the thought that a shy sound would complete the mute play of the light and wires, but now we are overwhelmed by the next image.
There is a multitude of people and wires!!!
it is noon
they just watch
and listen to the music emerging from the darkness of the hermitage
I am surrounded by people who close their eyes, enjoy the music, imagine, think about tomorrow, troubles or tasks, recall a memory, feel the light and warmth of the day, think about calling their daughter/son/grandchildren, feel thirsty or let themselves be carried away by the melodies that the string quartet performs.
I know nothing about verses.
just maybe a little about sounds, strings and Schubert
and about the wind which can touch that bell