The curse of hearing singing redstarts
long before the break of dawn and
all those words you try to hide
in hushed exchange.
The small secrets you cannot keep,
but whisper into willing ears,
they ‘re flying around keeping me
awake at night.
The gentle breathing of my loved one
is breaking the sweet spell of sleep
in that somber hour between night and day
when everything turns soft, the darkness
grows sonic teeth biting into my eardrums.
© Matthias Geh, 9th June 2018 This is the first part of two poems, the second "The Blessing of Hearing" is going to be published soon on this blog. The quality of my hearing is something that has accompanied me for my whole life. Being hypersensitive mostly to sounds and smells I haveto process a lot of data without the relief of a filter. Last night I fell asleep with some soft music, Mazzy Star's "Seasons of your Day" was drowning out any background noise of the city in the grip of an intense summer day, that brought me headaches only to be woken up at 3:20 by wonderful, but also a little cruel birdsong.