Sound is a magnet.

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.