Mmm, perhaps, and only perhaps, the sounds you would recognize as music really are not present in your poem. However, the sounds you can produce with your work may be your very own personal music, eh? Aren't you in need of looking inside of you and distinguish what is the music you are searching for and what is your own precious song?
Actually, I went through your poems because of your PM. Yet, don't be mistaken, I wouldn't make a comment if your work couldn't touch me. This is one of a kind poem. It reminds me of Mister Rober Frost. Not because of the style or words used, but because most of his works, as this one, inspires me the awe and the wish that I, someday, could be able to create such a masterpiece. The way you used words and gave them meanings, that was quite precious. Congrats =)
Eh, kind the sad end for Ted. And even, I guess that both Ed and Ted had their pros and cons with their lifestyles, one at the end and the other at the beggining. Anyway, quite the masterpiece you gave us here, thanks and congrats