The poems in Sound Never Dies & Other Poems all invoke sound in one way or another, from the impossible to reproduce rill of an Australian magpie's morning song in One For Sorrow, to the ancient hammer blows Marconi never hoped he one day might hear of the title poem, from the strained, pleading vernacular of a miracle's unlikely testimonials in Petals, to a statue's almost imperceptible exhalations in Vainglory Morning. Here you will find the sombre rattle of trains, the death songs of whales, the clank of last night's dishes, and the ricochet thunder of a child's toy drum. Here, although the voice may halt
and tremble, although the words may shy and still, nevertheless, the sound, the sound, the sound, in its resonances and reverberations, goes on.