Abandoning familiar sounds

care of all we’ve gathered round.

Our present lives so moribund,

give comfort in the steady sound;

so familiar in its middle tones

that please with easy listening.

Our nights spent wandering alone

where something empty resonates,

its vessel walls constraining need,

but can such hollow music make

our lives full by denying greed?

No, we are not half-formed muses,

warmly cocooned in single beds,

there is more than conscience chooses

to play our hearts and lose our heads.