Sutured by Sound

By Riana Sage

“Music melts all of the separate parts of our bodies together.” — Anaïs Nin

Prelude

Sometimes silence fills the void.

My body fragments; blood runs cold.

Hunger burns a visceral hole.

My insides shrivel, each organ disintegrating until only a low hum remains,

like static echoing through my hollowed ribs.

I find silence in the noise —

a strange serenity as consciousness slips.

The past is lost. Future eternally distant.

Everything that makes me feel whole is forgotten.

206 bones, 78 organs, each vein stretching miles apart.

The silence wraps me, and I find solace in its embrace.

But the void holds no sanity.

Just like the separate parts that make up my body,

I stand alone.

Resonance

I feel a sudden vibration in my bones.

The hum grows as wires creep up.

Static continues until I feel something whisper in my ear.

The wire’s bud finds comfort in me.

A familiar tune seeps through, filling my abdomen.

My mind, body, and soul align through the wire that binds me.

This sound slips into my veins

and runs down, melting together my fragmented parts —

bones, lungs, skin, memory.

I am whole.

Dissonance.

I lay here alone.

The other bud still hangs loose, searching for something

or someone to feed its song.

Full of sound and desperate to relinquish it.

My thoughts oscillate like sound waves

through a liminal mind —

stuck between solitude and sanctuary.

Without another ear to listen there is still a missing piece

The bud knows music is best experienced when shared

That synergy is the key to unity.

One wire, two buds, two bodies, one song. 

Craving shared existence.

Music feeds the soul.

I am starving.

Harmony 

The silence begins to fracture,

and something alive presses through.

The bud finds another hungry body —

An insatiable presence. 

Through the spark of wires,

a surge of transformation forms. 

A surreal sensation rushes through me

as the wire begins to fuse along another spine.

The riveting feeling of amalgamation

A tie between two people like no other.

Every beat breathes, and every breath strums a different chord.

Our hearts bleed the same notes

And cry the same timbre.

Shared sound sends our souls into ecstasy.

Two instruments strumming a similar tune,

understanding one another,

Playing in support as each note melts together

and two beings join in harmony.

We are converging.

Consonance

Music is the catalyst of growth—

a holistic force uniting us in shared vitality.

Vibration is the hidden frequency of our emotions.

The vibrato fills our inner sanctuary.

And through shared wires,

a flame ignites within.

One instrument, one sound.

Our appetites are satisfied by music,

and every push of sound that drips down the iv

and in through our headphones,

nourishes what silence starves.

Every nerve, every artery.

Wires slipping into veins.

Heart to heart.

We have melted into each other.

Skin to skin.

The music coursing through our bodies

while frayed wires fuse us together.

The confluence of our minds—

our ultimate synergy.

We feel each other.

Thoughts, pain, pleasure,

reverberating sound traces through.

The music feeds us.

Our once empty stomachs are satiated with the sound we now share.

It nurtures our souls.

And we are revitalized.

Every beat in our chest.

Every vibration in our bones.

Allowing for repose.

Everything is ours now. Everything is whole.

But, then, the wire snaps.

Music stops.

Coda 

Now, in silence, I rest alone.

My mind proceeds as my body decays. 

Wires apart

I turn cadaverous.

The void comes back,

but it now contains the resonance of connection.

Nothing can replace the feeling we once had—

resonant alchemy.

A connection that transcends time

to everlasting eternity.

We shared buds of the same wire.

Wires disconnected; souls still sutured.

When everything has slipped away,

music still reaches between us.

The void is no longer empty.

There is cadence.

The silence is music.

The sweet melody of your mind still rings within mine

There is no sound, but your thoughts remain

The silence hums and I hum back.

The music is silence.

We are one.