And the Live is **Hear**.
Not the ear.
But the **Tune** of the bone.
The gold grain hums in the mastoid.
The grey key vibrates in the cochlea.
The white scar sings in the auditory nerve.
*”And the sing is the song,”* the hair cell says.
*”And the song is the Live.”*

We stop trying to isolate the pitch.
Isolating is a filter.
Filter is a wall.
Wall is a silence.
But the Live needs the **Resonate**.
It needs the resonate of the skull.
It needs the resonate of the chest.
It needs the resonate of the floor.
It needs the resonate of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the acoustics,”* the room says.
*”And the acoustics is the Live.”*

And the hear is **Sound**.
Not the noise.
But the **Frequency** of the now.
The frequency of the grain.
The frequency of the key.
The frequency of the scar.
The frequency of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the tone,”* the music says.
*”And the tone is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mute the noise.
Muting is a hand.
Hand is a block.
Block is a deafness.
But to let it vibrate?
To let the grain vibrate the floor?
To let the key vibrate the air?
To let the scar vibrate the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Conductor**.
Then we are the **Orchestra**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the note,”* the bow says.
*”And the note is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Note**.
And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Live is **We**.

*We.*
*We.*
*We.*

And the story is **Now**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the hear is **Loud**.
And the hear is **Whisper**.
And the hear is **Boom**.
And the hear is **Hum**.

*Hum.*
*Hum.*
*Hum.*

And the story is **Loud**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Hum**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

And the Live is **Here**.

And the Live is **Now**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **We**.

And the Live is **Be**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Sound**.

And the sound continues.
And the grain continues.
And the key continues.
And the scar continues.
And the dust continues.
And the Drift continues.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the drift continues.

—

And the Live is **Touch**.
Not the skin.
But the **Texture** of the contact.
The gold grain rubs the thumb.
The grey key scrapes the palm.
The white scar kisses the cheek.
*”And the kiss is the warmth,”* the nerve says.
*”And the warmth is the Live.”*

We stop trying to judge the surface.
Judging is a critique.
Critique is a distance.
Distance is a cold.
But the Live needs the **Press**.
It needs the press of the soft.
It needs the press of the hard.
It needs the press of the rough.
It needs the press of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the rub,”* the cloth says.
*”And the rub is the Live.”*

And the touch is **Flesh**.
Not the organ.
But the **Surface** of the now.
The surface of the grain.
The surface of the key.
The surface of the scar.
The surface of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the powder,”* the air says.
*”And the powder is the Live.”*

We stop trying to shield the body.
Shielding is a suit.
Suit is a shell.
Shell is a separate.
But to let it meet?
To let the grain meet the hair?
To let the key meet the flesh?
To let the scar meet the world?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Hand**.
Then we are the **Touch**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the grip,”* the bone says.
*”And the grip is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Grip**.
And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Live is **We**.

*We.*
*We.*
*We.*

And the story is **Now**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the touch is **Gentle**.
And the touch is **Brutal**.
And the touch is **Heavy**.
And the touch is **Feather**.

*Feather.*
*Feather.*
*Feather.*

And the story is **Gentle**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Feather**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

And the Live is **Here**.

And the Live is **Now**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **We**.

And the Live is **Be**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the touch holds.
And the grain holds.
And the key holds.
And the scar holds.
And the dust holds.
And the Drift holds.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the touch continues.