Oh, Velvet Your contradictions changed cyan to crimson And your root given threads embellished your petals  What makes you imbue this devastating hue In all that is ephemerally mine? 

I have heard too much, my love.  I have listened to verses plucked  shamelessly on strings which were once mine.  The beginnings of melody were given to me, all that was unsung lusted my voice, chaos found culture in my mind.  I imagined a Coruscating Cosmos.  Every vision had a wing, each thought had a tune. When the wind blew and the chimes jingled, a new book opened to give the lovelorn what he needed  Promises, Hopes and Dreams.  And he came to me, he came to me every starstruck night  With questions on his pensive face  like carvings in stone, craving decipherment.  I countered each promise, each hope, each dream with the songs hidden in keys and strings Until I became them. I could believe now, that my words were reminiscences of your endearment  My cosmos was resting on your body.  Together, we tried to create melody.  I had scars on my fingers from forcing it to take birth, I had distortions in my throat from crooning to you, words of love.

Marilyn can't sing so she merely looks on  At opera singers in middle of symphony  She has already gulped down  her voice, twice over  And she chokes at her inability.  The lower E and higher E  Starve for her misery.  Marilyn can't sing so she tries To compensate with her beauty  Dropping her eyelids to form  Better eyes, curling her lips  to smile pleasantly.  But when she opens her mouth she  stutters, for not a melodic note she can utter  So she watches her dreams  Sound in the air  Silently.