the underground man

If he can't have connection, he'll live underground

The man but a mouse who lives only in sound

The music of humanity which brings so much pain

and echoes within him alongside his shame 

All that he wants is to play in the band

or at least take the hand of a lover and dance

but distance is chaos in unsteady sand

Each step he may slip, his throat always sore,

and he sees a window where there's a door 

with cracks of light from which the mouse hides

to rant with the shadows throughout the night

What he may need is a relentless note

to sing to him even when his heart seems cold

Don't be surprised if he responds in time

with a beautiful melody patiently surmised