Dear brother, I insist that you agree to this version of the poem on your
webpage:

Microtonality...
An eternal ocean of sound engulfs me.
Consonances... what about them?
Do they matter anymore?
Oh, how they make my ears sore!
At this strange haven of muses, I wonder,
Over classical counterpoint ponder...
Major, minor, where are they?
What happened to chords in an octave?
Where on earth has harmony gone to?
Viper scales shed an alien-tone,
How it rattles my inner bone!
And coil around my head like a turban,
Temper, temper, nasty one!
Alas, it is senseless, confused...
Pitches are now together fused!
Commas, dieses, schismas roam
Screeching during a crazy jam
In an endless staggering beat,
For all perpetuity.
Vibrations...
Can you feel it?