Poem: Nils Frahm
It starts as silence, turns – slowly, surely - into music, then in on itself, then folds away…
a waft within the drift, a wash to take it all the way away
back toward (a new) silence, then the next note appears…
steady your heart, for he’s about ready to break it again.
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