A Writer or Musician by Brian Woo

The Muse sings, in bars of song

Yet shall I cry, by the pen alone

Whether it shall be plunk of a string,

Or the to the toot of a horn

Bequeath my love in letters,

While yours in notes, shall you sound

Whilst I say to you, in ink and quill

Deafened, there you hum a tune

In the delight of your own sound

Drowned out is my calls for you