there are oceans of sound in the forest connected with the tissue of dissonance and harmony far flung retro-thoughts and forward progressions of thoughts into expression left high and dry in the eddies and pools of pure abandon created for not fame or commodity or social upheaval or educational disparity an endless stream of resume building events no longer art for discovery and balm no longer the sonic cuckold cello slick electric guitar mistress hours of voyages embarked with silent mind stepping out and off into the ether prone to failure and occasional successful failure repeated for the people who know what they want a comfortable box to unpack you from and repack you into until the next time or when there is a need once more this is not that this is end of a long day music played in darkness or fading light born of shedding the work days detritus upon a planet covered in skeptical listening upon a planet populated without ears or minds of original intent but genres and micro genres calling sound by the names they have been trained to listen for granular bifurcated thoughts sliced and diced by the electronic overlords of anti-social media pure reflection frozen into pleasing appearances mesmerized by their own desires realized and fed via needles and pins upon the membranes and skins of consumption so sharpen that axe set off into the forest beware of the hounds enjoy the structures of incomplete callowness burning on the pyres of desire electricity and amplified wires pushing the day into night pulsing membranes of quixotic wood cuts can never listen to it all but you can try

May we all be sound, sonified and sonorous
May no silence come to noise
Except for the spaces between

May we all also have electricity, wires, amplification, and determination to transform vision into expression resplendent with satisfying difficulties problems, and failures

May our parents, our teachers and mentors, our friends and all sound beings across the universe...listen well

May nothing unsound come their way

May they also have patience, courage, understanding, and determination to understand there are no wrong notes, listening is an act of composition, life is performative, nothing is everything, changing the vibrations via sound is profound altering all matter is the basis of thought into expression which is the basis reality / unreality.

Expunge the sound ghettos.

Transform the sonicarchy.

Listen for nothing
for
Listening is power.