Home Note

For home is where the hearth is;

Going is entering the cold.

Growing from hearthless to heartless,

Abjuring harmony's protection, discharging tonality,

Alighting on a discordant score,

Before the accruing dissonance.

Fleeing home I travel the staff,

Garnering the sounds of the world;

Gleaning my bespoke harvest of tones

Away from the home note of my anthem,

Appealing to the dark backbeat brewing--

B-to-F, one fourth at a time.

Feeling for strains that are beautiful,

Grasping refrains harmonic,

Gauging the ones that are terrifying,

Augmented tritones that vie for my song;

Against the strains I wage my fugue

But abandon all melodic sense.

F-from-B, the devil himself ,

Glaring discordantly along my measures;

Getting farther away from home,

Abroad the melody rots, my song spoilt;

Again I return to seek home's note,

Beside locked doors I reach for the key.

Finding myself at the hearth again,

Glowing with embers that play on for me,

Granting forgiveness for the shrill cacophony,

Around a song plucked with slings and arrows.

Anticipated again, my percussing hammer uncocks,

Bathing me in respite, resolving all worldly tensions:

The home note.