Pareidolia
*by Lichen Throat
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I know I can’t play; they say I can’t sing.
My clumsy hands can’t pluck the strings.
I never learned the names of the piano keys,
So when I try to play, it’s always in C.
But I hear music in my quavering voice,
Where others say they just hear noise.
Are the melodies I hear just an illusion;
Are my hopes just a delusion?

I know I can’t sing like a bear or an owl.
It just comes out in a coyote howl.
Some may think I sound like trash,
But I’m not in it for the cash.
I hear music in my quavering voice,
Where others say they just hear noise.
Is nothing pleasant in these words I blab?
Is more music in the hydraulics lab?

Do I sound worse than water and turbines?
Does this sound good if you drink enough bourbon?

It’s hard to keep my skin so think
When I get reviews like Citizen Dick.
I can write a beat but can’t keep time;
I’ve got no pitch to go with these rhymes.
But I hear music in my quavering voice,
Where others say they just hear noise.
I’ll bang my head on the gatekeepers
And keep on howling into Reaper.