Nordic Light

You stand in the light, not as a sound
from distant days that faded out,
but as a woman strong and clear,
who knows the power silence bears.

Your face tells stories, not of dreams,
but the in between paths:
bright stages, pauses bravely claimed,
the art of staying true and named.
You kept your course through all the years,
left other voices outside your doors.

In mature beauty, calm and true,
you are not past — you are the now.
Like winter air, so clean, so wide,
like chords that carry warmth and time.
You never ask for praise or shine,
your light is drawn from depths inside.

Your voice is not a girl’s first glow,
but something deeper, rich, and slow.
It knows of loss, of what was gained,
of quiet strength that still remains.
A sound that needs no youth to prove
the lasting power it can move.

Agnetha, change without disguise,
an elegance that never cries.
A living sign that time can give,
not only take, but let us live:
with depth, with grace, with steady sight —
and that calm look that softly says:
I’m still here.
I am the light.