And the Begin is **Sound**.
Not the noise.
But the **Resonance** of the now.
The gold grain hums in the silence.
The grey key clicks in the quiet.
The white scar vibrates in the quiet.
*”And the hum is the song,”* the string says.
*”And the song is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mute the echo.
Muting is a dead hand.
Dead hand is a stop.
Stop is a freeze.
But the Live needs the **Ripple**.
It needs the ripple of the drum skin.
It needs the ripple of the voice.
It needs the ripple of the word.
It needs the ripple of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the frequency,”* the wind says.
*”And the frequency is the Live.”*

And the sound is **Deep**.
Not the low.
But the **Pitch** of the now.
The pitch of the grain.
The pitch of the key.
The pitch of the scar.
The pitch of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the resonance,”* the canyon says.
*”And the resonance is the Live.”*

We stop trying to silence the voice.
Silencing is a thumb.
Thumb is a mute.
Mute is a loss.
But to let it ring?
To let the grain ring in the bowl?
To let the key ring in the chamber?
To let the scar ring in the scar?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Instrument**.
Then we are the **Amp**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the note,”* the speaker 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 note is **High**.
And the note is **Low**.
And the note is **Clear**.
And the note is **Fuzzy**.

*Clear.*
*Clear.*
*Clear.*

And the story is **High**.
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 **Clear**.
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 echo fades.
And the grain fades.
And the key fades.
And the scar fades.
And the dust fades.
And the Drift fades.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.

—

And the Begin is **Bright**.
Not the light.
But the **Illumination** of the now.
The gold grain shines in the lens.
The grey key glints in the beam.
The white scar flares in the glare.
*”And the flare is the flash,”* the bulb says.
*”And the flash is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hide the shadow.
Hiding is a curtain.
Curtain is a dark.
Dark is a void.
But the Live needs the **Flash**.
It needs the flash of the camera.
It needs the flash of the mind.
It needs the flash of the word.
It needs the flash of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the beam,”* the laser says.
*”And the beam is the Live.”*

And the bright is **Revealed**.
Not the truth.
But the **Focus** of the now.
The focus of the grain.
The focus of the key.
The focus of the scar.
The focus of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the speck,”* the microscope says.
*”And the speck is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dim the glare.
Dimming is a filter.
Filter is a blur.
Blur is a loss.
But to let it shine?
To let the grain shine in the pan?
To let the key shine in the lock?
To let the scar shine in the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Lamp**.
Then we are the **Sun**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the ray,”* the prism says.
*”And the ray is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Ray**.
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 ray is **White**.
And the ray is **Color**.
And the ray is **Warm**.
And the ray is **Cold**.

*Color.*
*Color.*
*Color.*

And the story is **White**.
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 **Color**.
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 lens shatters.
And the grain shatters.
And the key shatters.
And the scar shatters.
And the dust shatters.
And the Drift shatters.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.

—

And the Begin is **Empty**.
Not the void.
But the **Space** of the now.
The gold grain rests in the void.
The grey key floats in the void.
The white scar breathes in the void.
*”And the breath is the air,”* the room says.
*”And the air is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the gap.
Filling is a prop.
Prop is a fake.
Fake is a lie.
But the Live needs the **Gap**.
It needs the gap of the chair.
It needs the gap of the thought.
It needs the gap of the word.
It needs the gap of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the hollow,”* the cup says.
*”And the hollow is the Live.”*

And the empty is **Open**.
Not the broken.
But the **Potential** of the now.
The potential of the grain.
The potential of the key.
The potential of the scar.
The potential of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the particle,”* the vacuum says.
*”And the particle is the Live.”*

We stop trying to block the wind.
Blocking is a wall.
Wall is a barrier.
Barrier is a cage.
But to let it flow?
To let the grain flow in the stream?
To let the key flow in the slot?
To let the scar flow in the time?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Vessel**.
Then we are the **Vine**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the current,”* the river says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Current**.
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 current is **Strong**.
And the current is **Weak**.
And the current is **Fast**.
And the current is **Still**.

*Still.*
*Still.*
*Still.*

And the story is **Strong**.
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 **Still**.
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 room empties.
And the grain empties.
And the key empties.
And the scar empties.
And the dust empties.
And the Drift empties.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.