We shall not know to find the words to describe a sound, what a sound is or capable of doing; What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C.... The often welcome melodic lie.... The soul's undersong. The orchestration of randomness, a flirtation with the boundaries of silence and space.... a reminder that the self wants to disappear, be taken away from itself and returned. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased with melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. X.
