wave my hands into the sky bird perched then lurched to a sparrow's cry it defies my eyes where does this sonar lie the pings on strings call like crumbs aligned I try closing my eyes the sound it still defies its singing is bringing…

layers of a blanket swaddled cocoon a womb remove your sweater step into the sun what identity have you left here? There is none She danced in the prismatic light - she danced as if no other soul was in sight. Pirouette The color…

wind hears

wind is not the air it moves

I don't use titles anymore!

All the compositions are made by stringing samples together, an exercise I like to do and have been doing this for some time.