There Is A Song, The Song I Want

It is processional. The sense of the performance corresponds to any unit in a parade--it approaches, pauses to be taken in, and moves on. It is likewise made of quiet and bright components, the sort that can make racket together.

A typical method: you'd empty water onto a snare drum, then strike it.

It has a certain keyed character, operating between definite junctures--so the song is its own index. It's scored thematically, but these themes are graced by felicities, first-thoughts, and side conversations. You could see in it some humanists revisiting the bare of the Twenties, bringing a lilt from the Nineties. Or a neighborhood's girls and boys on a Sunday, chanting down the void.

Think of it in company terms. Oratory and pleasant silences. Then oratory and pleasant silences. An all-day roundtable, with shuffled participants, the subject being _________. End result: an impromptu invitation to the public on watermarked paper.

It depicts the frame of reportage, while omitting the picture; so it shows vast lines across nearly nothing, with no view of the acting pen. It will translate easily across scales (an engineer's scale; an architect's scale).

Nonetheless: it takes less time to hear it than to read this post.