• The beat of a poem you’ll never read
    The never-ending instrumental of a song
    That you will never listen to
    But it will still play on

    The taste of the sea only I can taste
    In a very special place
    That you will never visit for I
    Will never take you there

    The succulent smell of the chef’s sweet song
    Will float clear down the street
    And yet you will never get a taste
    This chef is not one for you to meet

    The feeling beyond human wealth
    Can only be explained
    With words that float from within
    That I will never say

    And these words are only mine
    And simply mine alone
    And even if I write them down they
    Will never truly be known

    My mind is off-map territory
    And even if you know
    You will never see, taste, or hear
    The absolute truth or the real song