(Svante Henryson January 2021 Radio 3)
A deep silence. Broken by moving sounds
flowing down a scale beyond time,
as earth holds it breath and
dreams.
Caverns of cold, deep, ringing notes
open to spill sharp, bright sparks
into our conscious mind’s
eye.
Here, now, in this garden flows
the white, endless, ice that
breaks into a myriad
diamonds.