They knew
but would not share
fearful you would be
a competitor and leave them bare

Don't shake
me or wake-
I take delight
in my dreamy state

they are at the market-place
so much noise they do make
spectators feverishly rush there
they don't want to be late

but I stay still and silent
no step towards there do I take
my day-dream is in hibernation
my poem I'll patiently wait to create

I stifled a sob.
         As if that would change
The volume of my grief.
         The despair pooling
Around me
     Was enough to alert
Those with the loss of hearing,
     Their hearts
Full of a sound they had
      Never heard,
But gripped
          With their hands,
Their memory,  
          In the loudest feeling.