DEAF

I can recall a time, when on mine ears

There fell chaotic sounds of earthly life,

Shrill cries of triumph, and hoarse shouts of strife;

A medley of despairs, and hopes and fears.

Then silence came, and unavailing tears.

The stillness stabbed me, like a two edged-knife;

Until I found the Universe was rife

With subtle music of the neighbouring spheres.

Such harmonies, such congruous sweet chords,

Wherein each note conveys a healing balm.

And now no more I miss men's spoken words;

For, in a quiet world of larger thought,

I know the joy that comes from being calm.