You are deaf
but you can hear me
with your lips that tell me just by their touch
what words you cannot hear
can say far better than I can hear me say.
You are deaf
but you can hear me
with your eyes that tell me with far clearer sight
what words you cannot hear
but say far better with your eyes that see through my soul.
You are deaf
but you can hear me
with just your touch that tells me with fingertips
that write far better words than I have heard
in all emotions expressed by voice
by those who speak and say nothing.
You are deaf
but you can hear me
through the silence of what we haven't said
those messages that speak so loudly:
love, hate, happiness, sad moments dragging into hours, days, and years those words that scream through flowing tears.
You are deaf
but you can hear me
through the ramming of my ever-speaking heart
that speaks in monosyllables far greater words than orators,
hearing, cite for sighted though unhearing ones
too deaf to hear what those like you can hear.
You are deaf
but you can see me, feel me, hold me close enough
to feel the beat, the heat that burns those words
you cannot hear but know unspoken,
what words I say that only you can hear,
cool night or heated day, through rain, or wind, or darling buds of May.
You are deaf
but you can feel the silent sounds that scream from me:
'Just listen to the beat and you will hear my every unsaid thought through eyes, my soundless lips, my arms' embrace that hold in yours whatever words we mean but have no need to say.'
What searing words; what heart could write like this? I love Tai Chi's comments. I think that you are some kind of specialist in this department. I can't even tell if was written about somebody really deaf or if it's just a stylistic device, and the beautiful part is that it doesn't make one bit of difference coming or going.
It runs in my family! My grand mother was deaf! yet she could always hear me! She understood the beating of my heart, as here I say, I understand you perfectly. The sound of silence is deafening to a lost lover. Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i actually have a poem I almost titled 'Lament in Sign Language' but I decided on 'Lament in Silence'....but it's the opposite sentiment of this one...although it's also about communication (or lack of)