Interlude : Humming

To “hum” is to bring a little song from inside you out, but only part way, and the beauty is not fully realized, and it never may be.  It certainly could mean something beautiful coming to the forefront, ready to tantalize you if you give it the chance.

But on occasion a hum is something sinister, something wanting to come out that should NOT, as it hums on the way to an explosion of the kind I am certainly not interested in. A flat line meandering with no sense of direction of what it is to do.

And in this cases a hum can be a single volume, a single pitch, a single tone, repeated and/or looped until it takes the soundshape of something entirely different, where instead of waiting for it to blossom, you hear each slight variation from the whole and it jars you into wanting it to NOT change, to wish that it will not blossom, that it will gradually fade to nothing, except it will continue, and continue to jar you, or me, or anyone, in it’s path.

These are the things that mesmerize a mind, that lull, into complacency, into not recognizing the details, into looking past the hum to the end, waiting for it to end, without taking steps to figure out how that is to happen, and in many cases, it never will.  I really wish it would, but it will never.