There is no music we can hear There is no music holds us near Though sound surrounds us Whispered dear There is no music can keep us here We move at dawn and break from dreams It's spoon to bowl and back again With coffee buzz and birthday strung The tape will roll until it ends The sun is high, and so, too, are you Inspired to be the gods that made Pollute the warm and glowing tube The fruit that dangles in the shade The night is just a drug we share So every poet dies in vain So vain that he or she must know Leave the echoes for a trail