<p>The poems in <em>Sound Never Dies &amp; Other Poems</em> all invoke sound in one way or another; from the impossible to reproduce rill of an Australian magpie's morning song in <em>One For Sorrow</em> 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&nbsp;testimonials in <em>Petals</em> to a statue's almost imperceptible exhalations in <em>Vainglory Morning</em>. 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</p><p>and tremble although the words may shy and still nevertheless the sound <em>the sound</em><strong><em> </em>the sound </strong>in its resonances and reverberations goes on.</p>