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.