I knew a man who could not hear
The music of the spheres
He could not hear the march of Mars
Or the trill of Lunar strings.
I knew a girl who laughed at stars
She preferred to talk of cars
See they both are powered by gasoline
But only one could fuel her dreams.
I do not blame the tone deaf
For failing to dream in clefs
If we want to dream of heaven
Then we cannot teach ourselves