High Fidelity, a poem

Sometimes listening to something just takes you somewhere else, for a while...  and wants you to write more free-verse.

Majestic feeling
Senses free
Freely spoken, eloquently
This moment, caught
Breathtakingly
In stereophonic shades
Of tone and thought

Sonic shivers
Subtly delivered
Resonate
A state of mind
Suitably entertained
Yet without mistake
To statelessness resigned

Intentional discordance
Delayed on strings
Haunting resonance
A dissonant disturbance
Enticing in ear
Wholly entrancing
Its beauty enchanting
 
Highs and heights
Strained to reach
Then tumble dismayed
Outstretched thoughts
No more beseech
Just drift away
Still others unreached

Poetry by Harakhte