The Song I Hear ...

I sing not
'cause I must lead
You, out of that din.

No knobs to turn,
No keys to push,
You are but tuned in.

The voice break,
The off-key refrain,
My hand is still in tune.

Shut your ears,
I've closed my eyes,
I will sway,  I will croon. 

Bear with me,
I don't mean to vex you,
But the brat won't go to bed.

He is stomping,  
He wants to hear
Kishore sing in my head.