And then, away from the tile, something came to me. And it was the recollection of those tangles where they wrap round a tube and you get that great sense of perspective, and suddenly I could see what might work. And I think it did.
|Out of the darkness and into the light|
Now I'm picturing a rewriting of the fairy tale - Rapunzel is up in her tall tower with nothing to do as she waits for her prince, and so she plays the strange pipe organ she finds there, and her plaits pass through the pipes and grow longer with each song she plays.