On Music Poem by ed purchla

Dear entropy, please take my hearing last,
For it's music that has gotten me through.
Melody, rhythm, vocals, harmony's cast,
They've all been with me since I left the womb.

My eyes have seen a magnificent world,
But can't fill my heart with euphoria.
I could smell a thousand Lilacs unfurled,
Still, music heals without aporia.

Though the taste of food can be a delight,
'Gainst music, a candle cannot be held.
Having weathered my adolescent strife,
Such an eternal debt can't be fulfilled.

If I'm lucky, if entropy complies,
Music will be with me until I die.