between the stations
behind the temple, behind the spine
under the underwood
the piano slowly lying down
between seaweed and a plastic whale
the piano gurgling, floating
towards destruction
before it; against all odds
rises towards the surface
slowly slowly slowly (slowly slowly slowly)
the frail station of quietness
the transistor of slowness
the human piano
broadcasting all night long1
Excerpt from Frode Gryttens poem Til Morten Qvenild, performed on the radio program Salongen by Frode Grytten 25.01.2016. Translated by Morten Qvenild with permission.