Sssssshhhhhh.....turn up the volume.

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn........

What am I listening to, out of curiosity? Music.

Music...? Yes, music. 

Silence.

Silence. 

Silence.

Sound.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Sound.

Silence.

Sound. 

Silence.

Silence.

A GUITAR. Nothing else. Sound and silence, silence and sound, sound and silence, silence and sound. A dialogue?

Yes: silence is sound too. Silence exists, silence is there, silence IS.

Dead times are music. Music too. The narrative continues while the listener sleeps. Sleeps...?

Yes, you'll sleep (on the first listen).

Yes, you'll sleep (on the second listen).

Yes, you'll sleep (on the third listen).

Yes, you'll sleep (on the four........zzzzz zzzzz zzzzz zzzzz).

On the fifth, MAYBE.... The fifth will be the one, I'd bet. It was for the one speaking.

For "Egypt Before the Sands," it took 20. On the twenty-first, I made it.

Formless, abstract, desolate, spectral, aseptic, disturbing, anguishing, depressing, sideral non-melody

Poetry...? On the sixth listen, it can be judged. 

Tracklist

01   Mirrors (01:08)

02   Stained Glass Windows (01:21)

03   A Narrow Path (01:32)

04   Transylvania (02:34)

05   Paris (01:31)

06   Spoon River II (03:17)

07   Monad (08:49)

08   Treading (02:22)

09   Pale Light (01:33)

10   A Day Book (02:04)

11   At The Corner (02:01)

12   Bells Of ... (04:05)

13   To Ward (01:11)

14   Flagments Of Happiness (01:35)

15   Spoon River I (03:57)

16   Spring (03:22)

17   Midnoon (01:44)

18   Opposite (00:46)

19   Subtle (01:37)

20   Birds Of Afternoon (01:32)

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