The words come out and drift over me.

As if some fog of misunderstanding I need to pass through,

continuing my journey into oblivion.

But what if I heard it again?

 

If I repeat those words again to myself,

in my own deafness there is suddenly light.

Brakes have been applied and the notice to notice appears clearly.

I have heard and I have listened.

 

The heart has listened and relegated the ears to their peripheral role in my life.

An interpreter of sounds to reach my soul.