Hermann Hesse. The glass bead game (№ 266221)

Drops of Golden light falling in the silence the sounds that fell so softly through them could be heard singing old fountain used to be in the yard. Soft and rigid, sparingly and sweetly met and bred the voices of this charming music, brave, fun, and enthusiastically marching through the void of time and transitoriness, making room and this hour of the night for a short time their sound wide and big as the world.