I arrived at the shore of light.
Therelights embraced me
like a long-lost sister.
There, dreaming,
God played his holy lyre.
Look: at once worlds appeared
above the waters, high mountains,
aeons swaying flickering
as tones above the depth. And
when He released the instrument
the echo tinkled long into the dark.
Silently I wondered, listened.
I, too, was a tone.

(trans: Annika Holmström)