Music gives 
In a fickle way: 
Ravishing us when 
We are too young to quite grasp 
How fleeting our senses are, 
And how our feelings -- 
Once so keen and sharp -- 
Betray us. 

Yet we strive 
In vain to recall 
Through alcohol or 
By any other means to 
Bring back sensations that we 
Once took easily, 
Without much thought. 
We do try. 

But silence 
And clamor, both drown 
It all out