Painted frequencies
Slowly stain and
Seep their way down
Chords of ivory colored supple string,
Soaking them with vibration.
Bleeding and breathing
New life and attunement,
Energetic movements are
Softly refraining,
Singing, waning;
Humming then waiting.
One by one,
Systematic processions of
Colored calibration
Achieve frequency and balance
In the unlearned, strategically unbound rhythm of
My auric field.
From the upper bout to the end pin
Subtle forces extend and attend
To the places where one thing blends into another
Like the songs of cicadas and splashing in summer.
Merging and churning gives way to discerning and
Devoted returning to where they ought to begin,
Which is rarely where they were settled.
Warm, silky sounds
Rise up and surround my space with graceful precision and elegant authority,
Trickling into the core of me,
Deposing untruths and extraneous debris.
I allow with abandon and dependent fixation,
Abstaining from futile explanation,
As the rhythm of the spectrum’s melodic operation
Renders my body extraneous
In the most romantic of ways.
C’s and D’s grounding and rooting,
Methodically booming,
Voraciously consuming and furtively converting uncertainty
With deep, low drawls and
Formidable assurance.
A’s and B’s, high pitched and playful,
Covertly convert to grooved, divine vehicles
For consciousness and chronicles,
Future sight and sacred codicils,
And the infinite wisdom of the endless all.
Symphonic, mnemonic, medicinal sounds
Heal and reveal and
Kneel at the feet of my ancestors,
Conceding to their authority and cosmic priority;
Revering their position
As conductors and instructors
And connoisseurs of my unique sound and
Vibratory configurations
And the stations
That hold my wholeness.
