If your ears could sing, what would they say? All the things they take in, every laugh in the crowded halls, every rev of an engine, every time you turn a page...
even the sob you stifle at the end of the day,
what would your ear say if they could sing?
That your sobs come in a trembling tidal wave or that the lump in your throat's the only reason why your voice is shaky and that it often betrays your eyes.
That the scratch of my pen on paper is enough sound to hide my sadness because when you live in silence your whole life, any voice is like thunder.