On Having to Give Up Music

In this crowded cosmos there is only me;
One by one I must let go of things I've always cherished:
Former lovers, timesharing friends, old buddies,
Games, glad gambols, and genial gangs.
Worst of all: losing music that springs from my mind.
I hear it still, but it soft-shoes by—unscored, unvoiced,
Whole cycles of songs untranscribed.
There is no market for ephemeral sweetmeats,
Anthems exc

On Having to Give Up Music