DESCRIPTION – Dawn 5 September 2008 – Bellever Tor, Dartmoor, Devon, UK

The wind whips around the tor,
tracing its sound
in the lines and
fissures of the granite.

It shapes the rocks.
Gives them a unique voice

…

I hear a choir
Holding a note.

Air forced out from the lungs,
tracing its sound
in the folds of the throat,
mouth and nasal cavity.

It shapes the choir.
Gives it a unique voice.

…

I listen now without thought.

Simply sit and let these sounds be.

Their harmonies and dissonance.
Their intensities.
Their movement.
All at once,
without the burden
of imagination, memory, experience,
myth or history.

Just air moving.

This is the sound of the 17.