When I was up,
Skipping cloud to cloud,
No one was found,
I sang for none to hear.

The next day I rise
Yawned-
and surprise,
It left me with just the Fear.

I cannot speak,
This voice I lost, left the day it found no ear.

The people stare
They warn beware, with-
Apologetic hugs, condescension in a guise.

I groaned and fought,
through exasperated thought,
A bitter lesson that was taught:
In murmured state, accepting fate,
Thinking-
"**** that voice,
Its incessant noise."
My Silence makes this clear.

Now I use, two things called ears,
Listening for,
My still lost voice,
Listening and waiting, for 30 some odd years.