This art project is about the fact that a song is not only about what is sung, but also HOW it is sung. So I "translated" a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning into a fantasy language and fed the text to Eleanor Forte

Original poem How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Translation: Chaotic shiny, Melodic 2 Huw nu I ruya dhaa? Lad na suild dha weirrr. I ruya dhaa du dha nafdh eln fsaendh eln haairhd Mirr ruir sel saesh, whal llaarailr uid ull rairhd Fus dha alnr ull faailr eln ainaer rsesa. I ruya dhaa du dha rayar ull ayasirr neirr’r Murd wiaiad laan, firr ril eln selnra-rairhd. I ruya dhaa llsaarirr, er nal rdsaiya llus sairhd. I ruya dhaa fisarirr, er dhairr disl llsun fseaira. I ruya dhaa waidh dha ferraiul fid du ira Il nirr urn rsaiallr, eln waidh nirr shairnhuun’r lleaidh. I ruya dhaa waidh e ruya I raanan du rura Waidh nirr rurd reaildr. I ruya dhaa waidh dha fsaedh, Snairar, daesr, ull err nirr railla; eln, aill Gun shuura, I rherr fid ruya dhaa faddas elldas naedh.