Ólafur Arnalds , So Far

Sigur Rós, Ekki múkk

Mazzy Star , Quiet, The Winter Harbor

Fauré, Après un rêve (Gautier Capuçon, cello)

and after, a scent

he stood near the ring. stones,
a crow, and when the drum and
the flute were mute, they turned
into a song in the sky.
the woman shook off her jewels,
her rings, she tossed her hair
and her breasts, took off her girdle,
naked she walked a circle,
her eyes with a fierce glow,
she let the light in, the fire,
she turned faster and faster,
she shook her arms and
then they were wings,
lifting her higher and higher
towards the stars, the invisible
voice of  night, apple blossoms
and butterflies came down as they
softly met grass and soul and soil.
the rain started.
and after, a scent.