Its rustling. Dripping. Playing. It makes zzz.
Moving in lines. Sounds are traveling. Hopefully melancholy.
It seems to be always the same persons, which are fighting in mind. Keeping Silence. A prospecting of Sound?
Views are floating, its still a Trial. Elusive.
A Saxophon tells us. And Trains. And a Piano… which could never decide!
If there is a possibility of listening waves beating? Or do they rythm the beat?