Through Global Frequency

A poem largely composed from the titles of some of my recordings made over the years.  

 

 

We are in a crowd, 

we are in noise - 

can you still hear, 

my trembling voice 

 

Speaking in tongues, 

where old meets new, 

in made-up language, 

just to reach you 

 

Sounds arrive, 

from an unforgettable place, 

receiving the whispers, 

of a vanishing trace 

 

Ancestors murmur, 

in global frequency, 

our alien voice, 

rises secretly 

 

From echo transformations, 

to bones of the past, 

a signal buried - 

but built to last 

 

One moment in time, 

still out of place - 

may our ears tell us, 

where we are in space

 

 

 

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