“The piercing sounds of the crickets create the carpet to this silent landscape, outlining
its contours in the dark. They sing all day but shine at night. They are the metaphor for
all silence as the base-tone of sound that is only heard when you listen. ... Crickets are
the cornerstone of silence that gets uncovered in the night. The tension of listening to
such silence leads into the compositional act, producing the landscape before me in my
embedded parity. ... The sound of the crickets announces the silence of the imminent
and remains silent when all else starts cranking up the volume.” [Voegelin, 2010]

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