I Can't Hear The Music

A view into the mind of the hearing impaired.

The pin rolled across the slant table heading towards the edge

Rolling powerlessly to a long fall to shatter the silence

And so it falls to its blunt demise and I wait

For the din that never shall arrive and make this silence abate.

 

I see the morning sun dawn across the horizon

I see the green grass and flowers bathed in dew

I see the birds skipping from one branch to the next

But their chirps fail to stimulate my ears

 

Ah, she strums the strings of that cello with such skill

All that hear move their bodies in agreement

I see all this happen but the notes of sweet melody

Fall on my ears, bounce, but cannot pervade

 

The water gushing through the ravine cooling my feet

And the green canopy over my head giving me shade

Still unable to pull me away from this omnipresent lack of sound

Into a world of melodious harmonies currently so out of reach.

 

I remember my childhood years when this state of mine seemed so unfair

When all the kids ran to greet the ice cream van's jingle

While I sat by my window staring so longingly till I saw the van

An unjust and unwilling pawn in the greater scheme.

 

As time passed the feeling ebbed away

Like the intimidating high tide with its fearsome waves

To be replaced by this serenity of acceptance

That overcame all anxiety and discontent that brew within.

 

Happy I roamed, aloof of the shrieks and screams

That overtook the world like black venom through its veins

And filled the void between happiness and sorrow

In my own little world shrouded in content aural stillness

Forever here, in death as in life, cowering unwillingly from sorrowful sounds.