Conversation With A Genius

Like mountains - on this brow Laurels of praise. 'I can't sing!' - 'You will!' - 'Sound (Put me on a diet of flour!) Like milk - Is gone from my breast. Empty. Dry. In full-blown spring? I feel like a twig.' - 'That's an old song! Drop it, don't blabber!' 'From now on I'd better - Pound gravel!' - 'All the more reason to sing!' 'Am I a bullfinch, To sing Day in and day out?' - 'Even if you can't, My bird, sing! Out of spite!' 'What if I can't put two lines together?' -'When could - anyone?!' - 'It's torture!' - 'Bear it!' 'A mown meadow - My throat!' 'Then wheeze: That's a sound, too!' 'It's lions' business Not women's.' - 'Children's: Though disembowelled - Orpheus still sang!' 'So, even in the grave?' - 'Under a headstone, too.' 'I can't sing!' - 'Sing about that!