Charivari Du Muet - Noise of the Mute

I do not waltz, betwixt this sound, I cannot descry, your whispered amulet, Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament, as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine, along these osculate words... I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility, I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused, I missed my train, another consortium delayed, From Elysian fields, you call and call again... Somehow, your words seem true to me, Sometimes, you know, but you don't hear me, Someway, the hindrance of my earthly epistles: The painful, sly and poignant, missive envisage, docile tones of your tongue, conducts satiny notes, Palpable facial expressions, lead me on and on, and the violin of my waltz, sustains my love, forevermore....