For Hour 4, I used both the text and visual prompts. The first line of this poem comes from the last line of the 1984 English translation (by Michael Henry Heim) of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below
the faintest of echoes dissipating into the clouds
hovering above the treetops

Silence swallowed everything else

You’d never know that anyone had been here
had you not been present to feel the emptiness yourself

Any scratchings that survive
will one day be as faint as those echoes
until erosion finishes the job

26 June 2021