The Panther (text - Rilke (1902); music - Katya Sled; Sound produser - Alexander Shante)
His tired gaze - from passing endless bars- has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds. To him there seem to be a thousand bars, and out beyond these bars exists no world.
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides that gently turn in ever smaller circles perform a dance of strength, centered deep within a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part, the pupils of his eyes dilate as images of past encounters, enter while through his limbs a tension strains in silence only to cease to be, to die within his heart.