I think about how sound can travel where our bodies can’t
How sound can touch when hands can’t meet
How we can’t return its touch
How it can ring in our ears
Or lurk in our memories
I think about traces, sounds that have grown through so many lives generations and journeys
How this never ends
I think about who is heard
And what that means
About the power of sound and how we might use it

This is the sound
Travelling
This is the sound

This is the sound
It moves across borders
It travels through walls
Infects and haunts us
This is the sound
It moves in our bodies
It passes through time
Brings what came before us

This is the sound gathering
The is the sound resonating
This is the sound growing
This is the sound
The sound does not arrive
The sound does not rest
The sound cannot be owned
The sound can’t be imprisoned
The sound can’t be buried
The sound never ends

This is the sound, take it
Make your own noise
Disseminate
This is the sound, take it
Make your own noise
Disseminate
Disseminate