The place I've been hiding, is somewhere the hearing will never understand.
People can't see that you don't know what they're saying,
they can feel frustration when having to repeat, or being interrupted.
It's not their fault, they don't comprehend your frustration.
Soon, you start to avoid crowds, parties, families getting together.
My life was spent as a musician and how I did that is beyond me,
notes are so much sweeter now, my world is new and amazing.
Last month they put hearing aides in my ears and my eyes got huge.
It's too hard to write a poem about this feeling, it makes me cry with joy.
No one will ever know what it's like to live in a tunnel, unless they do.
Maybe if I say what I could hear for the first time, it'll clear it up:
the cat mew, birds, leaves , the wind, rain, purring, an entire speech, the minister,
things you don't want me to hear, lullabies on soft, whistling, strange car noises,
air conditioning, the heater kicking on, someone getting ice, chopping vegetable