The glass here must have been flameworked or blown through pipes that shaped it to minor keys, black notes, and dismal chords. Stroked by the wind, grazing against one another, the glassworks sing in a dissonance of several octaves, rising and falling in crescendos and decrescendos. Something glides across a long expanse of glass and produces a kind of moan or shriek. Chords form accidentally among the moving constructions of glass.
