Behind a mountain veil

A school of modern dance

Tormented by the sound of hail

Threatening to shatter through her glass

One million miles away

From all love, light and protection

And all her faces fade

Into their own reflections here

Mother of a silent order

Pious to the point of bent

Grandmother, sister, daughter

Preside, advise and consent

A sleep beneath the carpets

The secret waiting in hеr throat

Years dreaming in the darknеss

With half a century left to go

She hears the call of forest voices

Reverberating in her halls

Remembering the other noises

She turns away and she falls

Into the night's strange embrace

Standing in her shade

I had no recollection

But all her faces fade

Into their own reflections here