Akoustikos Web

I’ve never felt like a tuning fork.

I feel more like the space between the two prongs (or antlers) humming with different resonances... waiting for the clarity of pitch after the overtones tumble down and out of earshot.

As if my listening is an akoustikos web suspended between the prongs (or antlers), and the musical tones rolling around that u-shaped apparatus pluck at my life’s silk threads.

I’ve never felt like a tuning fork, but I do love to listen for the songs sung by the goddesses of adaptation.

I think I’m a note in their shapeshifting hymns.