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