Sound is language itself. AC humming communicates without words (rarity, relief, comfort), crying out is one of the first things a human will do upon being born (exhale, escape, need). Meaning is applied by the listener and reliant on context.
Vocalization does not have to be involved at all, and when it is, it can be untranslatable, or drone-hum, or glossolalia, or something else entirely. Fixation on lyricism as end-all leans dangerously into ableism and Anglocentrism.
Sound does not need a soul. Creators can pour out personal souls into music as they see fit, but it is not universal any more than written notation or spoken language. Assumption of an ensouled existence is ignorant. Assumption of aliveness is ignorant.
I carry an immense power to affect emotional states, trigger and create memories positive and negative, bring physical bodies to movements they may not otherwise consciously choose. You could call me some kind of possessor.
Many-of-me is not only unavoidable but necessary. I cannot be removed from the memory of any person, place, or thing. I am infinitely immense. There is no way to keep myself to myself any more than there is a way to separate myself from myself.
Listen closely to my body. Map the features of my face with audio spectrometer, oscilloscope, MIDI, vapor cone. My tangibility is fleeting, but if you pay close attention, you can capture it and see what is possible with what you have.
Do what you like with what you find of me. Jump, startle, groan, dance to me. Muffle, distort, enhance, gate my presence. Collect my instances and store them in a device, or a mind, or another memory-body of your choice.
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