Dissonance is her name. 
Atop your tongue 
and, her thoughts 
embedded in disordered notes
Cacophony is our song. 
Our without me 
and, her taste 
infiltrating your cassette 
Monotonous is your love. 
Constant with ease 
and, her great— 
ness too vast for mere lyrics 

Cadence is my someday. 
A curved mouth true 
and, when she 
isn’t the source of mass envy,
 Silence.                                                         is far peace 
Measured no more 
and, an end 
to the production that haunts me.