Language.
Yielding to stillness though
standing empty of words
I hope to hear hissing
of planets dancing in space,
to comprehend wind-songs
ether-speech orchestrates
and perceive faint chorus
from orbital worlds.
Feeling the throb of nature\'s
un-speak may my ears
catch the language of silent
flowers and understand
bird-talk or note scurried
soprano chatter as ants vie
with babbling controlto
of on-rushing streams.
Greeting life enjoying itself
in every form my deafness
gives voice in poetic tribute
to all, so-called, emptiness.