iTunes play, beat at timeless unfinished melody.
Heavy notes hang melancholy on suspended phrases.
Dangle uncoupled half-rhyme above cadences,
unreached, neither authentic, nor perfect.
Twist tangled heart-worms into inmost ears,
String half-songs, loop confused strains on never-end.
Blind cacophony violates with unchosen playlists.
Whilst visions of Muzak lull you to sleep.