For D. A. Levy

Poetry,  no one can hear you
Music has won the day 
With its' tones and decibels
You are dead to the masses
As you sleep in your coffin
No one can hear you 
I beseech you, poetry 
Come with me to the cliff 
Hold my hand to the bottom
The bottom of the blue ocean 
Swim together with me 
Let us be as one