Do you hear it?

Can you hear it?

No, you cannot.

But that is ok,

I don’t expect you to.

But I hear yours.

Expect?

That I do.

No, you cannot hear my heart.

The thump, the pulse,

The beat, the cadence.

How can you?

What ear can hear that which

It does not listen for?

Yours though I hear.

The rhythm,

The symphony,

The orchestra,

How can I?

I listen.

I hear your joy.

I hear your sorrow.

I hear your laughter.

I hear your tears.

I hear your love.

I hear your hate.

I listen,

And I hear.

Be not ashamed my friend,

I do not expect my heart

To reach your ears.

It hides in caves

Muffled by darkness

Few have heard its song

Sadly they are gone.

Your heart though is a siren

It sings its song

It draws me in

I listen

I love it

Whether you realize or not

I’m always listening

It is what I do

Though you hear not mine

I hear yours

I still love it

And always will.