Jeg vil savne dig by HAYSOK

I made this song just before leaving Denmark to close the chapter of these three amazing years.

Danish poem read by the great Poul Henningsen:

"Light, you who form all we see
No moulding clay can equal thee
How crude become the word even music
In the face of the lamp enlightened logic
Observed a PH lamp on a December day
You’ll see the old pact between spirit and light in a new way"