Soundless, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Oh Beethoven how I wish you were here
To help assist me through this awful time
Tell about when you could no longer hear
Notes you manipulated so sublime

Colorful birds in the tree I can see
Is mating season music fills the air
And I hear not a single sound they speak
Limited to sit quietly and stare

Excited children with all their chatter
Their jaws up and down while I wear a frown
I would love to hear their joyful laughter
But very long ago all sound did drown

Life has turned into a silent movie
Oh to hear music again is my plea