Tis like a foreign language inked out Aligning the page from left to right Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know ‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché A secret sect for them and not the rest The page can be left open for the uninitiated And its secret remains safely intact Even as eyes are cast over its score There’s a silence, a secret coded verse Playing and taunting you, unashamed To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your Not invited even if you want to be