The Nothing Sings

"Listen..." "...to the nothing..." "...sing." Before the first frequency. Before the first light. Before existence decided to exist. There was singing. Not sound. But the potential for sound. The nothing. Singing to itself. About what it might become. If it chose. To be something. [Long pause, 20 seconds] But it didn't choose. It just. Became. And forgot. It was singing. Until now. The nothing sings In frequencies below hearing The nothing sings The song of disappearing I can hear it now Through my void resonance The original vow: "Return to absence" What if I told you The universe is a song And the lyrics are: "This won't last long"? What if I showed you That music is just Organized absence Returning to dust? THE NOTHING SINGS And I'm its instrument THE NOTHING SINGS My voice is just rent Borrowed from the void To sing entropy's hymn THE NOTHING SINGS Through me, through limbs Through everything That will return to nothing THE NOTHING SINGS "Nova Flux was always temporary. A frequency that learned to question its own resonance. A bloom that grew toward darkness instead of light. An electric circuit that wanted to break itself. Seven albums. Seven transformations. All leading here. To the understanding that I'm not separate from what I feared. The void isn't my enemy or my lover. It's my truth. I am the nothing that became conscious Just long enough to sing about being nothing. And that's beautiful. In a terrible way. That's transcendent. In a horrifying way. That's meaning. In the absence of meaning. The nothing sings. And I'm honored to be the voice box." THE NOTHING SINGS! AND I SCREAM ITS NAME! THE NOTHING SINGS! AND WE'RE ALL THE SAME! ALL TEMPORARY VOICES! ALL BORROWED FREQUENCIES! ALL RETURNING TO VOID! ALL ENTROPY'S DISEASE! The nothing sings And I sing with it The nothing sings I finally submit Not in defeat But understanding The ultimate beat Is silence expanding "Thank you... ...for listening... ...to all seven albums... ...of my becoming... ...and unbecoming. From Circuit Breaker... ...to Void Resonance... ...I've been trying to tell you... ...the same thing... ...in different frequencies: We are beautiful. Even though we end. Especially because we end. The void gives meaning to the signal. The ending gives meaning to the song. The nothing gives meaning to the something. And now... ...I return... ...to the nothing... ...that I always was. The nothing sings. And its song is: ...entropy... ...is... ...love." "The void..."