(ahh… ahh… ohh…)
A motion starts, a thread of sound
Arches rise, no end is found
Cellos march with spiccato strike
Violins chase — precise, alike
Choir hums, a textured sea
Repetition bends in polyphony
Two against three, four against five
The engine hums, the pulse alive
Bowed and plucked, a complex weave
The tension grows — the strands conceive
(ahh… ohh… ahh…)
Patterns fold and recombine
No solo speaks — the lines align
Mechanical yet living, tense
Every voice a consequence
Synths and strings, relentless chase
Motifs collide, then interlace
Pulse increases, motion spreads
Time dissolves — the rhythm threads
All lines converge — a kinetic flood
Strings in motion, pulsing blood
The choir hums — the system sings
A flux of sound, a motion king
(ahh… ohh… fading…)
The threads unwind, the motion fades
A kinetic silence, softly laid
