I've got a bad feeling about this...

 ...like I would not know.
And the world, our world,
the one close to us,
one another,
would not be affected and feel
the resonance of echoes vibrating strings
in harmonious tones,
until slapped cacophony
ends beauty...

A fall out of bed,
a rush of blood to the extremities;
static nerves;
frantically to your feet

The world is not some secret place
in which you may conduct yourself.
It is a whispering existence
and we a part of the language.

Careful, like literally,
not to have your meaning change for the worse

...melody refrain,
ebbing rhythmic waves and courses,
move with sound,
stop with sound...