Silence

Silence.
A world of nothing.
It's a sea of faces,
Lips moving, but no sound erupting.
My head turns round and round,
Trying to make sense of it all.
The silence is so loud, it's deafening.
I snap my fingers by my ears, 
Desperately trying to grasp any whisper at all.

Looking at the doctor,
She puts a contraption in my ear.
I sit there, confused.
She begins to fiddle on the computer.
Suddenly, soft sounds begin to fill my ears.
The radiator running,
The rain on the roof,
And I am amazed.

I walk down the street,
Head held high.
Suddenly all the lips moving have meaning.
I raise my hands to the sky,
Proclaiming "Thank You God For Sound."