The Musician & His Muse

Again I’ve turned up the volume

So loud that I can’t concentrate

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently growing irate

I guess I’d rather not think

I guess I’d rather not hear

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently starting to fear

Watch the speakers blow out

And see the sound waves explode

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently about to corrode

Can you feel it in your bones?

Oh how they just rattle and shake!

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently had all she can take

It’s increasing ever still

While I enjoy it, they all ask why

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently looking like she’s gonna die

Another day, and I’m numb with rhythm

It’s not listening, it’s musically living

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently still unforgiving

At long last it’s grown silent

With a sound I can now only feel

That’s fine with me though

But she’s apparently become unreal…

Fell from the ground

To the sky she will go

We’re all deaf from the sound

And none of us know

Looking to blame

It’s undoubtedly so

I brought this upon myself

That’s fine with me though…