Sound like water glides

on pearlescent walls.

Trapped, it sneaks in and penetrates every crevice.

Silence, like empty space, must be satisfied.

The filters work, one after another,

assembling the nascent notes, an impatient and deranged counterpoint.

The spiral organizes, resolves, balances, softens the spray, arranging the melody

over and over until finally reaching the perfect chord.

A tonal harmony which spreads

over the alter of the soul.

In the Hearing playlist  : Avishaï Cohen – Staav