Spinning Webs with My Spit

I’ve danced on these staves all my life -
black bars that contain
my risings and falls, my being and not being. 
There’s no dearth of sounds
that drown 
my consciousness. 

Yet I go on 
spinning webs with my spit, 
verbing melodies 
that may trap someone
into a momentary timelessness.
I do not hope to achieve any better than this.