Born of sound they listen not but speak

And so I hear

Stumbling on a path so clear

They falling make their find

Beauty in the blind

Misbegotten wrong and true

Jesters to their mirthless due

The lark that flies the sphere will lose

And so

                 And so

                                 They will not hear

That eldritch tune the dancers fear

But I

Until the midnight dawn

Lend meaning to their song

Yet further still do they keep on

Speaking past when list'ner's gone

Unaware when none respond

But I

With a voice they won't hear

Soon cease to take heed

Of their song.