(A poem largely composed from the titles of some of my recordings made over the years.) 'Shockingly beautiful ' (Randall Roberts / In Sheeps Clothing HiFi) 'A beautiful work of poetry set in to ambient which creates a warmth like no other!'
(Hidden Sounds London).
We are in a crowd,
we are in noise -
can you still hear,
my trembling voice
Speaking in tongues,
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
12th Isle
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