Nobody

Yes, it is an E.E. Cummings' reference to "Anyone lived in a pretty how town".

My thoughts, my thoughts they wriggle out!

From paper to my once decay
  it ceases all about -
   No tears will fall, my fears will call,
     yet all will sing and shout!
Once for all and sing out, small;
  to each his own delight.

No sense, no feel, Noone e'er again
  will hear this mocking voice;
Or, when she turns the handle stern
  we'll hear that mocking voice.