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Why can’t we harness sound for energy? Skyline powered by Chopin, soliloquies brew our morning coffee? I understand the science, vibration/wattage, yet my hands tremble to Shelley’s chorus while I shiver Arctic sounds. Diminuendo gathers us to places without railings, of nearly trans- cendental feelings, so how can children’s screams not turn an oven off? And we could animate our cars with lovers’ arguments, a mother’s non-stop babble jolt a Macintosh, a faucet’s dribble fly a warplane. I would whisper lay your sleeping head my love to flush the toilet.