Poem from 1998

My secret mind is but a guitar strum:
    All notes and chords, rich melody, poem
    Of lyric--heard by none but Mob of gloam.

My lonely heart is but a beating drum--
Lost as it is in noise of life's humdrum--
    The sound it makes does not stray, does not roam.

    My silent soul is but a metronome,
Keeping time for I--to all else `tis dumb--
        Speaks not, strikes not, makes not a single wave.

        Will no one hear, but just a single stave?