deafness

speak to me,
pour your words
into this open vessel
without a lid,
fill it to the brim
with stories
that must be heard
one way,
for you don't know
there's a fire beneath
the silence,
from where bubbles hiss
as they rise,
singing
their one fervent song
that must be heard,
not by you,
not by the world,
but by me
and the distant sky.