THE EMPTY EAR

There is no sound more painful... Menacing in its empty echo... Despairing in its apathy... A chasm of alone, is silence... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: My heart strains for a whisper... Anything resembling sound... A harsh note with sharp tones... Or flat fluted denials of melancholy... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I fantasize of hearing again... Have I the musician, gone deaf alone... I speak to hear its sound but without proof... Anyone can hear me, named symphony... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: The wind used to carry the sounds... Right to my waiting ear... The wind is afraid to be near me... So there is the awful noise of silence... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Somewhere forgetting by composers... Lips move and lights dim... For conversation of the sweetest word... You are that word to me... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I would prefer blindness... To silence, I am perhaps both... I have no frame of reference... For you never touched me... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: In its painful quiet... I wait to hear... Wait to see... Hoping that Nothing ends someday... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::