To make it tangible no?

Years ago

I’d vamp an E chord in reverse

When I closed my eyes

I’d see autumn leafs spinning 

Felt them on my face

Literal movement of the time signature  

I knew then - that I wanted: that.

To feel it on my face

To run my hands over the texture

To watch sound dance

And it wasn’t just that idea

It wasn’t that literal

It was the fist clench at the end of a song

The sadness from the last movement

The clamoring to still hold it

It grew

It was the need to break bottles

That’s. That’s when the yolk was born 

Trapped inside a shell, an expression yet to be had

And oh how frustrating! 

I knew the yolk by feel 

But could not touch it 

So I worked

The sole purpose of 

To be able to donkey kong 

A puddle of yolk 

Feel it run down my hands

Through my fingers

Drip around me 

And know 

I’d made it tangible