(Vertaling / Translation) Michael O'Dea The Beginning of Science Long before Saint Patrick, leather-footed musicians would keyhole dawn to catch the sun in ice candles. They played those flames on strings, their spikes of sound, for children's whistling eyes and lunatics who, in their distance, danced. Fire caged in ice, ice in their hands; music lit from within. Ambition began; separation became a beauty. © Michael O'Dea