Like a fragrance, sets the point of focus
you diffuse my very place and station
a presence, that modulates my locus
pray, of an applicable intrusion.

Although, a fix-point without a centra
a most lovable tone to me you are
as I in hymns, gigs and allegrettas
sense a voice, a multitude of choirs.

To try to catch the nature of a tone
by bending thrice in space a paper flat
seems devoid of sense, in want of point
a futile try to grip a flow of light.

"Thank you, so would you like to sing with me?
I might even mail you, a little note."

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In this poem, I pretend to meet a tone that is a longtime friend of mine, and that comes and visit me, every once in a while. We discuss the nature of music, love, science, nature and human life in general.