So fragile and so fickle Are the hearts that beat within: Keep us walking, Keep us warm, Keep us up at night in fear.
Evolution built a ribby cage And nervous flesh to bind it in, Yet my loving, near-to-bursting heart Isn’t safe And can’t be kept From pounding out these siren calls In search of like-willed friends.
I am bound and joined to many men, And women, Girls and boys, I am ******* in their highs and lows, Their hopes and doubts and lusts, Their demons and their damage, too, All sing across these wires.
We orchestrate a symphony, Vibrations thrum and twang, A multitude of melodies That rise from taut-strung care:
We sing the body infinite, We ring the bells of heaven, We chant forth ancient forces, And serenade the stars.
But also, Often, Always, Still…
Discordant notes strike clear
And my fragile, fickle, fine-tuned heart Has small defense against the din.