the last thing i heard before my ear drum burst was your voice echoing inside my head

so now it is no wonder that half deafened your song sings with no escape from the cavernous skull

when i block my right ear all i head is the ocean gently rolling as the tide comes in at your behest

when i close my eyes as well it turns into the symphonic sound of your singing across my soul

if this is permanent there is no other sound i wish to cling to than that of you smiling as you speak

if it turns out to be fleeting no the weeks of silence were among the best i ever experienced truly