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Soundz (poem)

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All songs invented and not yet conceived
live on a platonic hard drive at Steve’s

Is making music creating a song
or is it rather discovering song

oh the abandon and quirky intoxication
we need to feel to begin our creation

But it is also a soberness and clarity
to make the music our chosen reality

How can an arrangement of notes on paper 
usher in strange magic like this caper

To a machine the sounds are just data
yet colour and enchantment appear later

where is the beauty?

Is it in a vibrating string, buzzing reed as refrains
or is the beauty like a frail ghost in just our brains

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Written by Luke Dunn

November 13, 2017 at 8:00 am

Posted in Poems

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