Triad

Triad

Three notes converge in quiet harmony,
A chord that sings of balance, whole and true:
Root, third, and fifth—each voice a loyalty,
Together forming hues both rich and new.

Like friends who meet beneath a steady sky,
Their laughter weaves a tapestry of trust,
Each step a cadence, each glance an oath‑bound sigh,
In unity they find their strongest thrust.

Or think of ancient ties, three brothers bound,
Whose secrets pulse through lantern‑lit street lanes,
A triad sworn by honour, not by sound,
Yet shadows linger where their legend reigns.

Whatever form the triad may assume,
It sings of three—where one becomes the whole.