Age drives my thoughts to boring places
Seasons my words with courtesy
My hands shake when they're not making something
My nose yearns for wood smoke and rotting leaves
Let me listen
I'd like to be a listener
To mammals in the woods over engines on the roads
Let me listen
The knots in my shoulders coil like vines around a tree
My teeth grind from keeping quiet
My head yells words that my tongue shan't repeat
Because my light lives in a jar on a string
Let me listen
I'd like to be a listener
To chitters in the nighttime over screeches in the park
Let me listen
It doesn't have to be loud
Sometimes the quiet noises are the most profound
It doesn't even need to make sound
The sun could talk until my ears fell off
Let me listen
I'd like to be a listener
I'd like to hear your voice