on music and my desire to be deaf.

The only explanation for this is that it is both how I feel, and how I wish I would feel.
It's also too heavy on metaphor, but honest.

your heartbeat and mine
are keeping time to a perfect rhythm
that has yet, to ears, been heard.
But now the song has slowed
and my blood's metranome knows
that I can not keep this beat alone,
but it seems as though your thrumming pulse
has stilled.

fr
anti
cally, I change
the song
afraid, that
you were
growing
tired of sing
ing a
long
but I not
ice
I am
the only one
making
sound

AGAIN I attempt a melody of my own:
but AGAIN it descends
into sounds with no
tenor, time or
tone.


it is only when i am silent, do i hear again
the steady pulse:
your heartbreakingly beautiful,
silent and steady song,
and I see:
my complicated harmonies and
stac
cat
o beats
are what really kept me from singing along.

Again, I quiet myself,
i swallow my empty, prideful vocal tone
and surrender my heartbeat
to be a part of your song.