the first song we hear is a heart beat....

these times....now....we are encouraged to ignore the song.... ignore the silence....ignore them until they are forgotten.

not possible....

the song needs the silence as the silence needs the song.... and we need both.

born in the desert....it was our only song.... refined and exploded....we played it everyday.... with the lizard and the mountain lion....the sidewinder and the dove....

one day....a sound encroached.... small....but constant....and steadily growing.... it stole our silence....

we saw the source of their drone....

a light that ignored night. a sound that ignored silence.

it came to us and asked us to stop singing...to stop the old song. we said no, of course. this angered the sound....and it became louder....

we thought about what to do....

keep playing....

sing louder....

run away and find the silence our music shares....

then we saw the faces behind the sound....

most were so sad....

others were secretly making small sounds.... they were smiling....

we decided to stay.

we decided to sing our song to the people who had not heard the silence.

this is our magic.

this is our music.

we will play for a time and then we must go back....

....we are the touched....