In a blinded window
the tunnel of dawn along the staircase
appeared in all its definition
like footsteps hastening through sunny leaves
and everything fell suspended and silent.
Rustles hid themselves,
the birds swallowed their voices,
the sun motionlessly spread its rays
and sunbeams rustled in the eyes.
As in this fallen silent world
~ Text: Excerpt from a poem written by an anonymous Russian poet in an asylum in the 1970s
~ Images: Andrei Tarkovsky, stills from The Mirror