THE MOVING PICTURE

Lights down
For a show in the dark
Vantage point the back row
Where the screen fills your eyes

Watch her before you now
Her gaze thrown far and wide
See the picture begin to move
Bold magic of cinema
Before your unquenched eyes
She raises her hands
And shapes a world

She fashions a world
And runs through it
Peoples it with towering thoughts
Covers it with high-standing dreams
Places to run free and grow wild
Up on the screen
Flickering bravely in the dark

Now your gaze seeks her
Catches her only here and there
A soul playing coquette
Revealing itself in fleeting moments

Watch her from the edge of your seat
She is running in fields
Her hair trailing electric sparks
Her face thrown back
Arms outstretched to two horizons
Laughter darts across her lips
Leaves around her fall
Pages of unwritten memories
Following their wilful aimless path
She runs through them
You watch from the edge of your seat

Her laughter trails distant
But the picture remains
Moved only to the next screen

– Kenton Turk

One year onward
Never forgotten, our dear Claudia
12.01.1960 – 26.06.2016
Team DL