Consider the cello, violin,
bass, gamba, guitar,
all fashioned
with strings that vibrate
into the air
and carry a harmonious
song to the ear
but only if the player
learns to tune
in harmonics.

Consider the heart, soul,
mind, emotions,
no tangible string
but vibrations nonetheless
and oft times not
harmonious at all
but biting, clamoring
for regard, never
realizing for so long
that tranquility more
easily tunes.

So familiarity
can breed learning to
tune ourselves until
our special one sweeps
in the door, or perhaps
just wondrously there
and we offer up
polyphony, faltering
and tenuous time and
time again.

Then unforeseen, a day
your solitary tone
verges mine
and we begin the weaving
of a new song
emerging harmonious,
complimentary
and vibrations sync,
just our symphony
heard for the first time.

So we nurture, listen
and respond with the
purest inside we have
to lend the chord.
And that
is how harmony is born
over and over again.
The air rings with it,
with sweet pause of silence
just so we know the song

when it's there.