Music and Arts

Music and Arts

Dance for all those that adore you

Where blue paint doesn’t paint. This time

The arrival of the Queen of Sheba at half past summer

Oh, how slowly Lucassa sang the high note into the icy silence

Not only Mary goes round and round again

When she leaned over, the rose petals disappeared

She pondered whether to bee or to bumble

Did P. know when cosmic harmony began?

Nobody knew exactly when the masked ball had turned dangerous

Sounds like the kind you always imagine but never see

© ATELIER Karin Hillmer Photographs