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Do you perform this just for me
This merriment of prosody
With every syllable you sing
As flippant as a fiddle-string?
Or, in your hometown living rooms
Are lilting laughs and bassy booms
And rambling umbral rumbled rants
The measures of your daily dance?
Now you, conductor’s wand in hand,
Tuxedoed there before your band
Of vocal chords, finesse each note
That rings the chamber of your throat.
And I, your audience in thrall,
Stand giddy here before it all
And wait again by your stage door
Perchance to hear a little more.
