441 Hertz

At first, her words sound out of tune.

Too sharp, it cuts you, it stings.

Listen again, her tone resonates

with a colour that transcends your diatonic scale.

All these years you’ve tried to fit her

on ebony, ivory,

but she fell between the chromatic gaps

into the very bowels of the pianoforte

where for years she has sung

muted.

Can you hear her now?

Her tone is shaking, as is her.

Her words are of flute timbre

They sing the truth.