A daring Moonlight sonata
burst its requiem...

A whisper so mute
from a bird's squeaky voice...

Each block we moved,
Each piece we took advantage...

A letter that has many names
Variables for the math...

Take me to the monkey's cage
oh, to that serrated crocodile's back...

Carry me
down to the aisle...

What do I wrote?
Blank...

I mean those words for you,
and let me know how you feel...

A man who can write a poem,
speaks directly the truth...

Winding roads going nowhere
In that distant look whilst too deep...

RAIN RAIN
FELL THE DROPS OF GRACE...

I
vent for harp of glory...