Sound is a magnet, either pulling me in, or forcing me away.
Sound leads my mood, leads my body, leads my soul.
The sound I create, is not mine.
Sound leads my fingers, leads my voice, gives my voice depth, reason, emotion.
It is my pupet master and I am simply its willing slave.
Sound is my memory.
Sound is my love. Not a taste, not a smell, I have met God, he is neither kind nor mean, but he knows how to make a lot of noise.