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The Quiet Musicians
The Drummer does not bang his sticks upon the top his drum
So shall the tap and beat not mix and shall no music come
The Trumpeter does not play his song for fear it may be heard
In constant scare it all go wrong or lest be put with word
Alone alike the rest the world all quiet in the end
Without such pleasant noise about I cannot comprehend
The Pianist does not strike his key of color white nor black
So no concert there shall ever be and thus performance lack
The Singer does not sing his lines written on his sheet
His lips do not make up the signs so words my ears don't meet
Alone alike the rest the world all quiet in the end
Without such pleasant noise about I cannot comprehend
The Listener will not take his time and listen to the sound
He will not notice any rhyme no pleasure there is found
The World itself has finally quit on dealing with the art
If forever alone it decides to sit then truly they shall part
If soon I find someone like me someone to call a friend
The World may try and rid of us for fear we comprehend
