Curiously Silent

You know what’s funny about John Cage?
His music used to be all the rage,
But his best-remembered “composition”
Is nothing more than an exhibition
Of four minutes, thirty-three seconds’ sound
From motionless “players” and others around.
It has a purpose, I understand,
But the talent involved is hardly grand.
If that had been all that Cage ever wrote,
His name would not be worthy of note.
I plan to listen to more of his works,
Which surely aren’t all so full of quirks.