What happens when we sing in a space like this?
For years I have walked back and forth through this tunnel,
and I feel it recognises me and my song.
Holds us together,
urban stone womb.
I come here at night now,
and I believe I am beginning to truly see.
Tunnel pulls voice from me,
tunnel shapes voice,
tunnel gives voice back to me,
I shape voice, and give voice back to tunnel.
Space drives sound to spark between bodies.
Turns out we are not so different, you and I.