I'll wake up to hear your voice,
Lolalby and music to my ears,
music in cord with rhythm,
Stationed between my conscious subconsciousness.

Hail me with words, thoughts and lingerings but never,
Never forgetting the symbal thine laid in my ears,
Solo and sonnets pleases me the most,
Short and sweet rhymes and dines with my ears

Temper temper as the tantrum of parenthical pause tempers,
Stare and glares pumps and trumps...