The Enigmatic Middle C

The Enigmatic Middle C by Odin Roark How lonely Might that in between place be, Where water from trickle beginnings Modulates into wakes, The upward span, Then downward stretch, Forging through minor and major choices, Embracing half tones of engagement, Carrying a merging forth of discovery, Becoming a torrent Containing both high And low resonance, Searching connective tremolos for oneness, Finding innocence too must give way As sensory reaches beyond comprehension, Where the journey to ascending chance, Converges proudly with the crescendo of eternity’s unsolved mystery. And then there comes the uncovering… This state of mind where new lessons to be learned Conjoin this forever gathering of cosmic virility, Where energy’s often dissonant questions Start from ancestral middle fulcrums, Branching its reach beyond scale, Dancing with lightness of weight, Tip-toeing upon the notes of power Into cautious voices forging ahead, Always remaining of purpose, Yet often clashing as contrapuntal mistakes. A child might hear the echo, As octaves of like innocence reaching skyward Enjoin rising fathoms from below, Becoming one in harmony. Such is the improvisation of life’s exploration, Searching for tomorrow’s final chorus, Where one’s once center being, Youth’s springboard arch, Finally becomes the never ending center Of perpetuity’s orchestral gift, That striving to live what life can be, And then what it might become, That spanning far beyond yesteryear’s Middle C, Where the measured spans of equidistance Ascend the borderless boundaries of one’s inner-self.