(Ahh…)
Three threads hum beneath the air
None align yet all are there
Lines that waver, cross, and slide
A shifting field we step inside
(Ahh… ahh…)
One tone leans, another yields
Hidden rhythms in the fields
Between the breaths a lattice grows
Where no fixed center ever shows
(Ahh… ahh… ahh…)
Three become a trembling one
Not resolved, never done
Waves within waves intertwine
Time unfastens from the line