There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.

All waves!
Breaking shape and making
move where once was static.

The way
that we behave in rain
is no less than dramatic.

The thunder through the window,
the lighting through the glass,
that storm the room
and spark the bloom
to witness flame then ash.

There's a string between
our fingers,
there's a string between the walls,
there are strings that reach
beyond the trees
and sing electric calls.

We listen lest we fall.