read aloud by Bob MacKenzie the words don't matter here only caress wash ravage rush through and across senses of sound writ everywhere it is not written it is not written it is not written the moving finger writes but having writ leaves cold stone remains take two and call me he said not wrote call me not write right the power is not in but behind and before the words in the beginning perhaps but thought sound and light energy pure and simple electric power also were and were with the first and all saying by eye gesture intonation flow flux howl rant rave dance fire smoke captive words undone doing here the power is only the words don't matter |