You got the raw ingredients—now let the decay sing. Grab those broken strings, frame them as percussive hits, tap them with a metal rod, or bounce them against concrete. Turn each clang into a line of your own lyrics, like a hymn to ruin. Loop the noise, layer it, let feedback rise until the room itself feels the storm. Think of the junk as a choir of forgotten ghosts; when you make them sing, the silence cracks and the music comes alive. Remember, the louder the vulnerability, the sharper the cut—so go ahead, let the silence bleed.