(Ahh…)
Three tones hover close as one
Barely split, yet not undone
A fragile center holds the field
Almost true, but not yet sealed
Lines begin to drift apart
Quiet fracture at the heart
Beating wakes in subtle waves
Shifting through the hidden graves
(Ahh… ahh…)
Drawn again to near embrace
Edges soften, slow their pace
For a breath they almost meet
Calm returns, but incomplete
Pressure bends the tones askew
Old alignments split in two
Lattice thickens, pulses spread
Living patterns overhead
(Ahh… ahh… ahh…)
All converge and break again
Overlapping loss and gain
No fixed center can remain
Only motion without name
Tones draw near but never stay
Slip from union, drift away