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.