Musician's send me their albums and I siphon the music into a physical form.
Young jazz guitarist Leo Appleyard is about to release his debut album on the F-IRE label.

When I listened to his track Mantra this what came out - 

Sharp old wood, drop like stalactites.

Icicles of rust.

Gravity grinding into the dust.

A set of jaws cranked open with pneumatic pumps, the jagged dental clamps.

Man trap becomes trapped Man. Mantra.

Tramline tongue, echoing mechanics in a hollow cavernous chest.

The modern Jonah.