
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