You can’t hear me, but I’m playing.

Not quite lies, the words I’m saying

Are harmonic, if misleading,

With my melody receding.

You can’t hear me, but I’m crying.

If I say I’m fine, I’m lying.

So I say I’m doing well.

Minor key, but you can’t tell.

You can’t hear me, but I’m singing.

It’s a well-known tune. It’s clinging

In my mind, the theme in question.

Variations on rejection.

You should know the leitmotif.

Heartbreak is a common grief.

I sing my heart out, loud and clear,

But you’re deaf, and you can’t hear.