Dimensions too long for too long.

If drifting caught the latest song
Words were especially important
Then each dimension within a note 
Would resonate
Loosely vibrate
Overly sensate
Where there were no words
There were no dimensions.

Falling scales where music reins
Making musical tapestries strain
Never mind watching the writers drain
Their deepest thoughts
Their opening sought
For no one for nought
Measuring each rhythm or tone
Has led us nowhere no dimensions.

Floating operas and concertos
Spraying sounds over our walls
Redecorating rooms and cold halls
Emitting beats
Moving itchy feet
Giving us a treat
Presenting no real problems
Not looking for solutions
Not looking for dimensions.