Tempo, harmonies,
a certain colour
of the soul, mornings
by the sea
and the art of
sound engineering.
In the control room,
an ocean of lights,
thousands of notes rise
from the dead page
of the score;
unusual combinations
hit straight to the heart,
heartbeat, a beat, heartbeat,
beat of the heart –
they crash against salty rocks,
marine soundboards;
sea-waves
kiss the wind,
fall into the embrace,
gravitational field of two planets.
Venus, Jupiter
Jupiter’s rocky moon,
Io,
erupting lava,
volcanic lakes,
exploding soundscapes
silent symphonies
voyage back to the Earth,
dust of astral red, gold
green lands
on the mixing
desk of
the engineer.
The rebirth of sound.

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