(noun; sound)
Hark, can you hear it? Is that the rush of Chilean mountain
air, or the
toot of the alphorn, perhaps the shriek of the red Milan?
Whet your earsâ for they were virgin before this
day!! Behold a tone sweeter than honey and more complex than gruyère. Let the drums within your ears drink their fill of Yanapi.
The sound of boyish charm and stone-forged tenor, the distinct decibels of a whimsical barista
bent on cultivating only the most
sublime tastes. A warrior, *honorably* discharged.
When he speaks, you listen. When he cries, you slurp his sloppy tears. When he screams and screams, you try to write the melody. You try. you canât. But youâll never forget.
Curse you tectonic plates! For I was resting peacefully in the Pangea of Yanapiâs soul!
Hear the strings of his
heart plucked and watch yourself become Solomon, shackled to Yanapiâs Davidic intent.
Some say pain and pleasure are
brother and sisterâ but I say theyâre married!
