This orchestra is playing in the future
always in the future
They are lonely, distant from us
The instruments they play will never be invented
Nobody attends their concerts
They play in empty, wooden halls
When they stay in hotels
there is only the solitary bellhop
The lace bed covers and
crystal pitchers of water
Who will ever hear
this orchestra from the future
Ulfur Hansson & his segulharpa (photo by Elísabet Daviodottir, NYT)
