Percussive Strings Protocol

(ahh — ahh — ahh)

Wood on string — the signal clicks

The rhythm locks — the system ticks

Bows rebound in sharpened time

Gut and grain in strict design

Against the grind, the low strings push

A living pulse — precise — unsoft

Strike and answer — pull and press

The pattern builds through harshness

No voice alone — the mass aligns

Through fractured pulse and doubled time

(Tok — tak — thrum — grind)

Cellos snap — machines reply

Low strings drag — the circuits race

Two forces share the same dark space

Below the skin, the slow ones lean

Against the fast, the sharp, the keen

The rhythm bends but does not break

A measured force — awake — awake

(ahh… ohh…)

No lead, no mask, no standing light

Only motion carved from strike

Strike and answer — pull and press

The pattern builds through harshness

Wood and wire — the forces bind

A single engine — split in time

(The strike repeats… the pulse remains…)