What if sound was robbed, Held at gunpoint And smuggled away From me Into a duffel of contraband.
What if songs became nothing? What would I Do? As the bus Bounces up and down, When the sun hasn't Yet stolen it's kiss. The window yields Bland scene And I would recognize The silence In the detestful Way I do When I forget the wires.
What if his voice Was gone? Could I remember it? Could I fill in sound as his Lips moved, God All I'd ever see Would be lips. And I don't like mouths as it is. But maybe They'd be my new wires And my eyes would follow Their parted Movements, enamored.
What if instructions were silenced And I was left to guess at What to do? Emergency situation Stealing my life away Because I couldn't hear Anything about The oxygen supply Above my head.
I'd perish in silence.
Would I speak? Or only write? Would I feel heard If I could barely fathom listening?