I am intrigued by the interpretation of this work. Let's see if I understood: Is the voice for sale?Sell the artist who feels ruined, lost like a pile of dusty discs, unappreciated.

Din of sunset carved in flesh,
I am also a shrill company-
consigned to containers

Music is so important that it compares to a house, but in ruins, because that is how it feels in that aspect... Is the mine liquidated? The musical production? Promoting:

tags

sing to the north tune

ear to the trim loon.

ringing crates of toil,
bless'd film.

Or maybe none of this is and only speaks of a change of air in the musical aspect. A search for new horizons, a production on the road that needs support and a strong work to crystallize.
Whatever it is, it feels a lot of commitment and desire, but at the same time, a chaotic vision backed by images.
Blessings and luck in your enterprise, @d-pend.