I wrote this last year, cannot remember what prompted it.
But I sort of like it. So here it is.
He came back to sound.
Twenty-four years in the counting
and sound burst upon him like
the sun of a new day dawning in your eyes.
It made him weep.
Of course it did.
It brought him to tears, the sheer force
of SOUND! All capitals made sense now.
And she was playing rock and roll–
a caterwaul from before his birth
crushed his ear drums flat inside his skull
and through the tears he smiled.
Surprised, she opened wide her eyes
and smiled back. He heard her lips leave her teeth,
he heard the hair wisp across her winsome cheekbones
and her laugh, Oh God, her laugh.
Twenty-four years of life and suddenly,
music.
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