There is no Time

There is no time
But music is a clock
Birds do chime
Hence a flock

Grass does glisten
But at a certain season
I try to listen
For the wrong reason

Perhaps I’m deaf
To the clock’s tick
When the chef
The spoon must lick

For recipes
Only cook and boil
And all us please
After metered toil

Can there be
Having a beginning
Eternity
After living