Wednesday 7 February 2018

Day 93

The final song is due for review.
A great ear has requested an early play through.
It is unclear what will come of such a preview, however the last time this occurred there was calamity on such a level as to warrant words like extinction, annihilation and cataclysm. The old favorites.
What is the final song, you may ask?
A collaborative composition that has been worked on since the dawn of time.
It is a soundscape created for the sole purpose of being performed on the final day of existence. When all life and non-life comes to its eventual end, a tune shall emerge.
Imagine the universe reduced to the maw of a swan and, in its dying, releases the last of its existence in the shape of sound. The last gasp after an eternity of breathing. In a melodic death rattle the echo of all eternity will be replayed and the last listener will be filled by the vibration of it. Overcome by the enormity of it all.
This listener will be moved. Inspired, and set out to replicate what was heard and felt.
And so, existence will find a second life, as the audience becomes the final collaborator and the final song continues on.
And on.
And.
On.

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