Ancient songs with notes scribed into stone, composed in harmonies of thirds—
three bones in the human ear, three stars in Orion’s belt, songs of the people, by the people, for the people.
Songs of protest, songs of healing breath, sacred songs humming like prayer wheels down holy highways.
Mosaics of rhythm, polyphony and singable melodies, an aural artwork painted on air.
Songs singing seasons of new invention, a weather as varied as good day sunshine to heavy-metal thunder.
Songs written and rewritten into different words, different beats, but still sharing the same electricity beneath the skin.