Cadence

Feint tears tap a patter on the window sill
Accompanying the steps doth trodding still
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance.

Can you hear them, might I implore?
Thumps and taps and bumps galore
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance.

The footsteps rise and fall and sweep
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance-
I regret to say they'll die, they will!

In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance
That reverberates in wake of thoughts no more,
Can you hear them, might I implore?

Sketchedly etching haggard air
In tune to the time of a vicarious litle dance
Subjective to the haggard error

Of a rhythm characterized by
The woes and the throes of emotion
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance.

You hear them, I am sure!
Pitter-pattering about so meek
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance,

So slight you can't see them ranting
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance
(Unless you're blind or have been,

Then I suppose you might see).
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance
They sing and dance of things that were,

They are a figurative tide, still
Whispering to you and me
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance

That swings and frays
Through nights and days
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance!

Tap tap tap, tappity tap tap
(In tune to the time of a vicarious litttle dance)
Apparent at a steady interval

In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance
That often gets slightly anorm'
So you can hear the whispers and slights

Throughout days and nights
So long as the trodder trods
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance

Then You and I must surely listen;
Listen as the steps reverberate
In tune to the time of a vicarious little dance.