This poem won't have a song....actually yea it will. Since I don't have a recording right now; I'll use this song. Thank you Assouda, for introducing me to this artist.

Strum Strum Drum Drum
Boom tap ping bap

Rest--hold--breath

Busk Busk Splash
Arrest--a dash

Clasped hills crest

Round valleys
Addressed

All according
A reason
An...emotion

A wavelength
That shows
On your skin

Every hair
Antenna
Stands on edge
Buried
In goosebump
Soil

I had this poem floating around about how emotions are expressed through sound. It took shape while I listened to this song, yesterday. This guy is good.