Passer-By, These Are Words
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading
I want you to listen: to this frail
Voice like that of letters eaten by grass.
Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee
Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names.
It flits between two sprays of leaves,
Carrying the sound of branches that are real
To those that filigree the still unseen.
Then know an even fainter sound, and let it be
The endless murmuring of all our shades.
Their whisper rises from beneath the stones
To fuse into a single heat with that blind
Light you are as yet, who can still gaze.
May your listening be good! Silence
Is a threshold where a twig breaks in your hand,
Imperceptibly, as you attempt to disengage
A name upon a stone:
And so our absent names untangle your alarms.
And for you who move away, pensively,
Here becomes there without ceasing to be.
Improvisations with various instruments, including homemade instruments and prepared guitar. Recorded over the course of the last 2 years and posted at random times.
Improvisations for ensemble guitars (prepared archtop, homemade guitar, bass, harmonic guitar) and solo classical guitar.
Compositions from the last 18 months, utilizing conventional, homemade, prepared instruments and electronics. These tracks were originally posted to Soundcloud at random dates and this is a compilation of those tracks.
Recorded using homemade zither boards, homemade guitar, rods, acoustic door, and acoustic laptop. All instruments constructed by Shaun Sandor.