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A Spoken Word to Experience by Ludovico Einaudi

June 25, 2026 Sarah Florence Limited

the sound of 2024

One night, the words came flooding in for 90 minutes. I wrote and recorded them without stopping, without editing, without trying to make sense of it all — I simply allowed the words to come as they were, to be spoken and felt exactly as they existed in that moment.

What we didn’t know then, was that we were standing in the eye of the storm. We thought we were reaching the end, but it was only the middle — the quiet centre before the storm continued to rage.

the sound of 2024
Sarah Galbraith

after a year of enduring abuse & sleepless nights
it was so dark
but we managed to scrape by, 
grasping for the light

hopeful for change,
a new home, a new year,
a new start
wait something doesn’t feel right?
somehow it still feels the same,
i don’t think this season hasn’t ended yet,
oh here we go again

we know the drill,
we know the pain
this time i gave in and took the doctors pills;
my dignity washed down the drain

we’d worked so hard,
it wasn’t supposed to go this way
how are we still here?
day after day after day

the questions plague us
the waiting goes on and on
unease fills our hearts
the minutes feel too long

a part of me just shut down
the tears just stopped falling
i was numb to everything around me
but i could just make out a voice calling

so many goodbyes
one, two, three, four
the tears are building again 
i can’t hold it in anymore

i’d shut down my emotions 
just to get through
i chose not to feel
but it shut down the girl i knew too

feeling deeply is hard
creativity comes at a cost
they go hand in hand
suppress one and the other is lost

so my numbness gave way to raw emotion
all of it at once.
didn’t You say we were chosen?
chosen for what?

grief. joy. heartache. confusion. 
love. anger. pain and wonder. 

overwhelm.

i run to the arms of a Saviour

but it’s still too loud in here.

i know i’m being held close
i’m screaming the scriptures out
but my heart doesn’t get it
i’m filled with doubt 

that same train goes past
every single day
reminding me of what we saw
and how her body lay

a great battle rages on
the questions grow and grow
where are you in our anguish Lord?
please, i need to know.

i need to stay here
but I want to go
there’s a constant tension
i can’t see many highs but i sure see the lows

heaven just sounds so sweet
but i’m holding this little boy
desperately praying for the strength to stay
Lord, i need some joy

we’re picking flowers
the sun comes out
i see Him in the simplicity
peace in the drought

i can see the light 
it’s at the end of the tunnel
another loss occurs.
how long will we endure the struggle?

the light seems too far away now.
the tears overwhelm
we’re wailing at a graveside
but we’re marvelling at the daisies 
oh the rollercoaster, it’s crazy

there is beauty.
there is pain.
i have no strength.
lives lost. 
lives gained. 

a glimpse of the promise of heaven
the world grows dim
oh how badly i want to trust 
as i sing these old hymns

month after month after month
how much longer can we endure?
i know our hope is secure;
but I’m still weeping on the floor

i’m pregnant!
oh thank you Lord
a new life, a new start

wait,
why can’t we hear her little heart?

another loss. 
9 lives gone.
this time it was inside my own body
Lord, i choose to still sing your song

loving is dangerous
loving is scary
i think i can see Jesus, 
a little more clearly

we fall again, i can’t do it
it’s hard to see the light
deep grief holds the place where deep love once was
i choose walk by faith and not by sight

He was a man of sorrows
one acquainted with grief
He knows this path
He knows the pain of losing a life, even if the life was brief

i’m grateful to have loved
to have felt so deeply
so i will endure this pain, 
because our hope is not in tomorrow;

for Jesus Christ holds the victory.

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