METALABEL - A poem largely composed from the titles of some of my recordings made over the years.
We are in a crowd,we are in noise -can you still hear,my trembling voice
Speaking in tongues,where old meets new,in made-up language,just to reach you
Sounds arrive,from an unforgettable place,receiving the whispers,of a vanishing trace
Ancestors murmur,in global frequency,our alien voice,rises secretly
From echo transformations,to bones of the past,a signal buried -but built to last
One moment in time,still out of place -may our ears tell us,where we are in space
