At Altitude then no more light
David P. Miller
after Tabula Rasa, for two violins, string orchestra, and prepared piano, by Arvo Pärt
part 1: in motion saw blade one ear to other ear then gong ridges open what door what opens one violin string narrow falls to the ridge edge bells their different edge core vibrations metal’s own spaces violin at altitude not flying not ascending dwells in its own height height without contrast one string keens keening cut by string masses tread hard out of silence not from hidden space don’t exist first then do in space absolute without contrast of absence hard footfalls then disappear not pause turn behind themselves lost to hearing procession turns behind itself each tread its own entity no fours no threes no twos string masses strike between each rapid footfall space opens for a next heartbeat flatfoot dance flatlined skipping footfalls thicken set down hard piano crashed piano gongs and bells born from it push low deep root piano body in a room of windmill arms factory floor of windmill arms dodged like cavern of random pendulums on razor string help fallen nothing in the cranium but these strikes these bells part 2: toward motionless rocking strings rock stillness like star clusters piano metallic voice an array of bubble gongs from an ocean floor dark ocean floor fountains bubbles across the water surface currents in the lake surface currents curl across one water sheet body falling from surface down the strings are fish also chandelier star constellations become fish body floats face down on a surface banked by forest falls through layers of water kelp waves fountain detonates geyser from ocean bottom looking eyes open downwards into constellations of fish eyes dead eyes open eyes see downwards this body lets fall through layers of water this body windmills fish beneath carpeted in falling eyes open face down through layers of water body finds spaces in ranks rows of stringed instruments which are fish in their long ovals their movement the same calm always same calm choirs breathe from deep water as the piano sends a geyser bubbles ascend toward the body falling drop back from the body fish become few body sinks almost only the one body itself the more fallen the body the further the geyser recedes eyes dead eyes open eyes watch the depth come toward bulbs of light come fish who carry lights in darkness feed in darkness body falls toward spheres chandelier constellations of lights carried by fish their scales shine in instants