Backyard Symphony VII: Long Tones

Here we have a clarinet, newly sprung from the wood from whence it came. I bought this clarinet and took like two lessons on it. That was enough, I suppose. I still like having it around; I like the way it smells.

The idea, of course, is that there can be a long wait between where the note starts and where it ends. It might have to find its way through a troubled path.

Assuming there's even anyone to listen.

Fortunately, these kinds of waves follow their own path. Our participation is only tacitly necessary; really, all rivers would find their way to the sea without our help.

The fact that each one of us is a self-contained loop should lend some credence to this idea.