Peter Waterhouse has written a long poem for four speakers, a play of imagination or language with things and people, a play of change and transformation, so that one can be like the other, a play with the game of theater, with the light of the moon and spotlights, of stage and meadow, a play of sound effects and clarification, a play of life and death, in which much laughter occurs and also some reflection, and much 'doesn't matter': a piece of freedom, then.

"Reading Waterhouse is like what Lichtenberg noted (for another profession or activity): On aimless forays, one often stumbles upon the best game. With aimless rummaging and sniffing around, one certainly comes to the richest yield with Waterhouse: an acquaintance with the most peculiar texts, the most intricate questions, and the finest insights." (Jörg Drews).