Dance (NAT Art Residence - 04/2023)

A stranger in this land. Land's stranger still

Without a guidance heel of the boot

Leaves stain on ground and rock and hill

The corner of the eye catches a glimpse

Of unknown's movement just out of reach

In different ways here nature speaks

Within the mountain peaks wind howls

It tears the leaves of forest's crowns

And in the roar of sea dwindles and dies

Organs and horns in harmony

Invite to join them in their hymn

The thorns rip off the foreign clothes

To let the beat be drummed up with bare soles

The roaring of the waves. With them we roar

What once escaped the sight is coming near

Bear, wolf and bison, mammoth or deer

In dance eternal

Charmed into being

Carved in the wood, for ages still.

(Audio text in the video)