Stitch This

I wrote this a while ago but i think it ahem, resonates now.

Sound travels faster in the night

Pushing its waves through black

Pleating as it goes

Folding the stillness

Audio origami

Ridges to bridges

Short cut into chords

Held tight inside bars

Still dark a straight channel

Slicing time spent

All actions have echoes

That bounce, cross and mix.

Is this memory music

Or just jangling jars

Drenched deep in regret

Compression of data

Is all that I meant

Depression and doubt

Seems to be what I get.