String Anglo-Saxons called the lingual frenulum (a sling, Or a night Helictite, Glistening) a string. And they took the term while tilling Time’s remotest ridge As their own Tundra-sown Word for lineage. Then (of course) there’s cable, cordage, twine, and all the rest— What, when known, Throws the tone From a lyre’s chest. String attaches tongue to mouth, a life to Time, the egg- Colored ridge Of the bridge To the tuning peg. Strings are everywhere—within you, and without. So come. Seize them, friend. Tease them, friend. Brush. And pluck. And strum. Jeffrey Burghauser     E♭m6 Every finger takes…