Sound is Art.

http://margaretnoble.net/blog/the-dying-breath-of-summer/

The sound that I listened to was called the Dying Breath of Summer.. Its mix was surprising, its fast new age sound captivated my ears, forcing them to mimic the sounds over and over again in my head. It sounded as if  the metal disc collided with soft techno. Its flow capturing the relaxing part of my brain. Taking it deeply into memories of the last song I heard, and the last time I thought of the future. Mechanics is the first thing that comes to mind, as if  the dying sounds were more like an industrial robot facility.... A rythm follows it and in a strange way makes it a song.... The beat is a train... blowing it's horn often, making it even harder to decipher the meaning of, The Dying Breath of Summer. Slowly but surley voices come from beneath the metal coiling and and zaps. The voices are there, whispering through the sounds. A mixture, of children, men and women. Althoughyou can hardly tell which is which. Construction! I think, but not just any construction, spaceships.... Alien is the word that describes it the most. And no way did I think or feel, the dying breath of summer