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the compound of sound


What's in a sound?

Waves like that of high tide

swelling, phasing, rising, and falling

or a pyramid type solid and timeless

it's crescendo bringing euphoria millinia

after the noise

a sculpture made of clay as fine as air

a medium accessible to all who dare to

call themselves artists

to manipulate to give form

to illustrate aural ideas

to speak the language of emotions

wrought from the very nature of all things

so that all may inspire all

 

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