Done. Title: Contact. Sonoromanza for Soprano, Tenor, Harmonized Voice, and Strings. The piece is permeated by quiet noise. Such as on the radio and such as in the head. Perhaps such as in outer space. Yes, I know, there’s no sound in outer space; no elastic medium. Yet still I believe something resonates out there. Something travels, like an echo. Unnoticed, until it hits someone in the head. In the ear. Through the ear to the heart.

A few technical remarks: the sonore in the title (in case someone didn’t notice) is not without reason. And the voice is harmonized using a small piece of equipment. I like small pieces of equipment. They’re like friends. A vocoder, a random number generator, a pocket radio. You can count on them. Call them up now and then and ask for advice.

As for the content — once again, there was Her and there was Him and there was something else that they felt was there.

A little differently for him, a little differently for her — and in the end, it vanished. 

That’s how it goes. It spins and circles. 

I won’t escape it. 

I fly on.