On Music

Dear entropy, please take my hearing last,

For it's music that has gotten me through.

Melody, rhythm, vocals, harmony's cast,

They've all been with me since I left the womb.

My eyes have seen a magnificent world,

But can't fill my heart with euphoria.

I could smell a thousand Lilacs unfurled, 

Still, music heals without aporia.

Though the taste of food can be a delight,

'Gainst music, a candle cannot be held.

Having weathered my adolescent strife,                       

Such an eternal debt can't be fulfilled.

If I'm lucky, if entropy complies,

Music will be with me until I die.