http://margaretnoble.net/blog/kalimba_plex_glass/The sound reminds me of a video that i saw with balls making music by coming out of pipes. the sound makes me feel like I am in the middle of a dessert with a native playing a piano/ drum/ bell/ harp.
The sound is the little child crying with the pain of the sorrow that is unknown to its self. The sound is a undeveloped kid in trying to tell us something of importance but it is speaking in its own language and you think what have I missed and we see the days that have past the days that music has endured. the song morphs in to a Melody for the doomed and we come back to the present and see the little kid is no longer Little but has matured into an adult that is omniscient in every ones live like a man in a fog that never leaves and also a fog were ghosts and bones would be hidden from view. You try to get the song out of your head but it has entranced you and the harp and piano combine making a vibrating noise and the mood is happy and the song would fit in a carnival game because it is as happy as a smiling laughing baby. the sound of the last note fades and you are alone and you cant find any music any more.
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