I am not a ray of sunshine….
The sky seems full of loneliness,
aching to be more than a thought.

I’m neither sad nor bored, just………thin.

Stretched across time 

like a wire of infinite length, 

losing all its tension, its purpose.

A whisper in a hurricane,

or a single, endless note in a symphony 

that constantly changes its tune.

Let’s see who remains

once the air of mystery fades;
no apologies for my lack of interest.

Along with the two lines linked, this poem very much paraphrases someone else’s writing, but I didn’t take note of the author! I guess this could be considered a cento as these lines, and my own, got smashed together, inspired by this Substack post by Luciana Cole. I can identify with the feeling, though I, myself, am much brighter these days.
A pedal point is a sustained note during which the harmony above it changes in some way so that the overall sound becomes dissonant.