When I dive into a sink full of dishes, all the vessels and residues combined and layered and settled, there’s a sound as I wash each dish. The slow spray of the faucet landing and splashing on each dish, choosing them one by one to wash and place on the side of the sink, slowly there’s a silence to the decreasing vessel of dirty dishes that matches my mind. Carving a smooth clean vessel to resonate the water once all the dishes are done. Music is an answer to the dissonance of everyday life, all the life and change occuring around us all the time.

I think of places, and resonant sounds, places like Manhattan with it’s deep valleys resonating and syncopating the myriad activities of those people and things that live there. I recede to memories of deep and narrow fog-filled valleys, the fog filling the space, muting it and resonating far closer to ones self as it envelops and holds everything close. The ocean and it’s crashing waves, reflecting infinitely off into 3/4s of the space, the sounds of society and all the things that make up our individual lives lying peacefully at out backs.

Loneliness is a sound. It’s a sounding, a call and receive, a shout into a dark house. And then it’s a sound, because we’re not ever totally alone. When we walk in a forest we feel the companionship of trees, the way we connect in a lonely city filled with people.