With "sound particles bouncing off objects and hitting nerve endings" (Meyers)
the DNA of sound travels with the semiotic ghost in particles along with the waves.

If the root is not clear the significance is not near. If the significance is not clear the root is not near.

Meeting in the middle via signs, via sound, via heart beat, via love, via pain, via emotion ...where Cyborg destiny involves imagining the possibilities of extending touch through tech to heart ... here language is evolving out of experience as "Experience is our window to the world and pre-suppositionless experience is the most authentic means of acquiring wisdom" (Shaner, 83) and "the greatest art symbolises not those things that we have observed so much as those things that we have experienced". (Yeats E&I, 196)

How could i ever articulate this relationship with Yeats and Nõ thing except to the ghost that is Gon(n)e?
Perhaps the only way to tell this tale is from the perspective of a poet in love with a figure who is also gone.

Writing to the semiotic ghost that is gone like Gonne was always gone to Yeats i am forever writing to the void,
into the Gap / Abyss, to the silent Rose who does not speak to me of words but of Langue itself speaking.

Here, where of all gifts Love is the greatest, the enigmatic Rose is a mirror of our love for being and being in love,
though the pain of thorns is as present as the beauty of soft petals.

Here the Rose is a reflection of our Being.

Here the Rose speaks to us of petals and thorns, of many things and Nõ thing.

Here the Rose speaks to us of the essence of Being.

How do we take the measure of a love that changes our condition from mortal to immortal ...
an overture to a future that is still and always open?

(Irigaray, 19)