UnHeard Notes

Your diseased body, was a thief
Thrusting you into a world of
Feverish silence, hushing tongue-tied
Land of Deaf denizens, grieved

Was the mother, who carried
A purse of pain and guilt’s umbrella
Shadowing your life, until –
Her smothering unto you, was buried

Coping, whence you are an artisan
Designing a life around the fact
That you live in a noiseless cavern
That we know not of, in partisan

We, are paralleled only by, the physical
But, you are gifted in making known
Your presence in grunts or mumbles
Talent, on the dance floor un-mutable

Finger pops, ages of discotheques, bouncing
to rap melodies, you boogie the night away
Feeling rumbling vibrations, of bass lines
The useless notes, yet you are pouncing

Ladies gent, existing in a world of shush
Dancing on the crowded club flooring
With numerous womanly partners, feeling their
Unheard notes, thriving in a world of hush
--
Love you,
Uncle Rodger


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