Parameter Study

I thought I heard the
poet sing, the chanteuse
and the preacher, too.
Harmonic moments, I supposed,
held music that had much to do
with love.

I posited love’s point might be
where song and heart collide,
far from me, a mystery,

beyond, below, above, outside,

for
under my researching lens,
the heart turns into meat
that only electricity can
ever urge to beat.