Also dedicated to Rufus Wainwright , Justin Robinett, and Michael Henry.
What do I hear?
Nothing.
There are no chirping birds or violin music
No crying babies or police sirens
No yelling moms or shouting dads
Nothing.
That's what I hear.
Sad, isn't it?
Open your mouth and speak to me
I won't respond.
Shout in my ear
I won't flinch.
Look me in the eye and call me every bad word in the book
I won't cry.
I can't hear.
But I can see.
I can see the black and white keys
laid out before me.
I can see the strings
strung taught on the fret board.
I can see the horn
at the end of the brass.
I can see those two wooden sticks
resting upon the shiny snare.
And I can feel.
I can feel the vibrations made by the black and white keys
by the stings on the fret board
by the horn at the end of the brass
by the two wooden sticks atop the snare
and I can feel wind on my ear
from your beautiful voice
whispering to me lyrics
The lyrics to this endless song in my head
About the dedications:
To TorrentsofEmotion14, for coming up with the brilliant title, being my friend (see next dedications), and helping me back on the horse. You are amazing, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, including yourself.
To Rufus Wainwright, for making the song Hallelujah that was eventually covered by...
[To] Justin Robinett and Michael Henry, for creating the cover that inspired this piece. (Video on the side).
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