Sound appears before it becomes a space without a name rhythms not yet decided breaths that never align fingers search for a shared height but nothing holds its shape delays arrive without intention and still nothing begins Right before it becomes form something always loosens time that has no meaning yet keeps stretching itself thin Sounds align then fall slightly apart each repetition fading its outline yet still continuing it is playing now it is ending now a state that never chooses sides just staying there records without memory fragments without connection broken lines extending nowhere growing without direction silence starts to mix inside falling between the sounds beats that refuse to settle slowly leaving themselves not collapsing but unfolding as if it always was order losing its permission structure becoming invisible even the idea of “song” starts to drift away what remains is only something that is happening sounds align and leave while aligned a repetition that cannot hold its shape yet never stops it is playing now it is ending now belonging to neither beginning nor end only remaining sound does not decrease it becomes uncountable beginning and ending sink into the same place this is the music nothing beyond it nothing after it is heard
