Seeing is Truly Deaf

I see it all.

The haves, wholes, and quarters.

I see the silence and the SOUND.

And oh, those crescendos make this world go 'round.

Yes, I see it all, but what am I hearing? 

I need the sickeningly sweet and the bountiful bitterness. 

I need it to stop going in one ear, 

ear (and outside the other). 

Why can't it all just jam into my head, my heart, my soul?

I crave that tempo, that pulsating b-e-a-t.

To plainly see is all to common, so overused.

But to hear, that is all that I need.