A/N: Dedicated to @Ikaur29 for the critique - hopefully I applied your advice here.
Listen.
Firstly,
The loner:
He's beckoning.
Tune tighter, tighter, tighter yet!
That way, one day, you won't needa fret.
Those strings will be so tight,
You'll have no trouble sleeping at night.
You'll be
Tight,
Stressed,
And torn.
You'll be
Musically
Upset;
a Sorn.
Lastly,
The whole human.
Composed in form.
Tuned so tight, so tight, so tight . . .
The organs burst.
So feathery light.
The human was almost satiated.
But after stress,
And a history,
The musical upset
Was sought
Just once more.
Are you listening?