Awake I yearn to savour all that rambunctious cacophony
Which you selectively blank out from my sight,
Soul stirring high pitched melodies,
I hear only in my mind’s auditorium,
I know what Beethoven went through,
The classics, he wrested free from you,
They played on unending on his mental gramophone,
So shall i dive into my river of soul vibrations,
Unmindful of chains that bind me to you,
Body perishable, does not limit my soul’s ears,
So dear silence, peace be with you,
You taught me sound’s value,
And it’s resonance in the soul for aeons,
With or without your hindrance,
Your nothing has given me something,
Thank you for being so loving and giving!
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