My notes come from the heart
The strings tug like a small vessel
The vibration moves my soul
All around are crowds of cheering people
But all falls on deaf ears
My notes come from the heart
They are scepters of my indomitable spirit
Deaf to sound but not feeling
Again, in moonlight I push the keys
My notes come from the heart

i hear you young them
i know not where you are at
i am one ear deaf

They always say ‘love is blind.’
But who decided that in the first place.
Why isn’t love mute or schizophrenic
Or autistic or paralyzed
or even….
Deaf?

Yeah…

I like that one.

Let actions speak louder than words
Let scarred and calloused hands
Run over crooked curves and scars
Let soft and tiny hands
Run over tattoos and previously broken bones

Let ears transcribe sounds into
Beautiful poems and melodies
Constructed by hands and emotions
That only select few understand

Let us not dance to music
But to the beat of our hearts in our Living room on an early morning
Sun just peeking through the curtains
Or in the dead of night when the Emptiness is a symphony of sounds
Only the performers can hear

Love had never been so quiet

Then again who said it had to be loud

on gunmetal my heart beats,
the smoke is winter,
waves rippling across my cold body.
they've kept the coffin alone,
parched on a wooden block.
ropes tie down my ribcage,
my eyes are shredded in holocaust.
all i can do is move my lips,
to raise the coffin,
to end the numb,
and numb the ending.
my companion is nearby,
we collide on empty streets.
where fainter clouds whisper
to our souls.
do not hold back,
because i won't.

A HEART THAT'S STONE, COLD
DEAF BY OWN DECISION
NOT LISTENING TO ONCE WAS TOLD
BLIND BY OWN DESIRE
OUT OF SIGHT BUT FOR GOLD
DEATH BY OWN DESTRUCTION
FOR IT'S YOUR SOUL, THAT'S BEEN SOLD