Strange Music That I Hear Poem by James McLain

I am alone, in spite of those around me,
To give or take affectionate, I am all alone.
At my age I think of death each day,
Alone at birth, what is there left to say.

This arrangement sad, my melodies,
Strange though they may be.
My music when it used to live, my music
Was alive it gave me life.

Have I not and should I not, give
Meaning to our lonely lives on earth.
The meaning of each note I hear,
Such proof I am alive above the clouds.