DISSONANCE
You can’t hear the music in my headphones.
We’re wired up to different frequencies.
You jog to Bach, I to The Grateful Dead.
It’s Lohengrin for you and Julio for me.
When we dance it’s hard to keep in step.
You dip and turn to waltzes from Vienna.
I rock with The Beetles’ antic drums.
No wonder we tread on each other’s feet.
Chording is difficult in counterpoint while
Humming a tune with Peter, Paul and Mary.
Why don’t we start exchanging our cassettes?
Then we might sing along in harmony.
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