THERE IS A HIGH_STRUNG NOTE

`THERE IS A HIGH-STRUNG NOTE`

There is a high-strung note,
Throbbing continuously,
If you tune in,
If you squeeze all else out,
You will feel tight with a new emotion.
This cannot be fluid,
And any other falling will not cause satisfaction, but;
This high-strung note is strange.
It lacks compassion, as you know it,
And it has made the high places it's own.
But; it has the right to them,
And its very `otherness` compels it to signal continuously.
Shades of anonymity cling to its persona,
Only imagined, never conceived.
Vibrations summoned it from the source,
And once it sang freely,
But this old but still new paradigm sends it shivering,
In our beliefs,
To something unknown, unheard of,
Now listen,
There, behind the soft wind,
Barely caressing the down on human extremities,
The high-strung note is singing,
Always the same song, wordless to our knowledge,
Carrying, like an aural virus,
The DNA of the universe, life, love, death,
Judgement, and eternity.