Rewritten after A.Burton's programme notes 2009; further after and during B. Martin's Symphony No 6; further, further after my father's pens poetry text; the pens are fleeing over white paper. Martin's texture occurs as an episode of a few notes jumping in syncopted rythms, disparate reappearances of an exploratory sequence and translucent scoring of magic. The pen's massively calm chordal writing with crackling marks and moves are storming towards a final desparate climax. The paper was still in the rush of sounds: ears and ink and hand. All in one.