in part because we are almost never free of them.

They enter
through our eyes and ears, trip off our tongues,

pour out our fingertips, rattle our brains
and incite the full range of
human emotions.

In short, words are the notes and we are
their human instruments.

Though
creatures of our own invention,
whirrds are alive in an LMNtal way
and possess a mind and spirit all their own.