Noise

I'd been working with a friend on a project of his; an EP involving the varied included work or influence of other artists, mostly with the intention of combining poetry and music to convey an auditory journey or experience. His having an active and practical interest in field recording and music production; both to a talented degree, as well as a background in classical music; his being a multi-instrumentalist, and so on and so forth, but moreover a friend, as stated... I was appreciative of the proposal he'd made to help and accepted to write some poetry to fit with the motifs he wanted to translate. Here is a blueprint in the form of a poem.

I float on an ocean of noise that vibrates like a tremolo;
all pervading, from everywhere;
sound creeps in like a transparent gas:
all things in motion, all around.
Hear the bells? Wheels in motion;
people passing;
feet stomping.
Life roars;
the cry is carried on by the wind;
the beautiful disharmony of everything,
cast within the slumberous shell
of smog.