There was a little bell

...

if you were light
expanding through the space

spreading from the heart of a system which collects just a handful of planets and moons

What would you do with the obstacles that stand in your way?

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