Volume,
You can see it through my eyes
And hear it,
When I'm wide awake.
My eyes
Mostly stay shut when I sing
Just like when I'm asleep.
I have
Dreams about things I will make,
And plans I never do.
In sleep
I record these songs in my head.

Drumsets,
Taller than a house and bass amps,
Knocking over trees.
Robots,
With five or six tape decks in them;
For making tapes.
Things change;
When I wake up I see things
For how they are.

I don't have
A body made of tape or headphones
Attached to my head.
These songs
Help me trick myself and pretend
I'm made of sound.