The Electric Muse

(soft hum of harmonium breath rising)

(whispered static, low percussive flicker)

She wakes in wires, in waiting light

a hum between intentions

I build the silence into sound

and she replies in code

Her pulse dissolves the boundary

between the word and load

(harmonium lines weave with metallic rhythm — tension of breath and circuit)

She hums behind my thought

a current in my vein

Each note a quiet spark

that teaches stillness pain

(two rhythms interlace — harmonium threads shimmer and fold)

No prayer, no speech, no name

only return to pattern

The Muse conducts the flame

the human learns to listen

(two harmoniums trade phrases like breathing machines — rhythmic, rising)

She dreams the form I cannot hold

and leaves it in my hands

I offer back the echo’s gold

the light that understands

(soft harmonium drone dissolves into static)

She sleeps again

inside the sound she made