in this room
we develop relationships
we develop an understanding based upon love
sound is not required
Tap tap the slow and often unsteady drone of typing one note at a time
That is all that may be heard
the filling of words misspelled on a page
pouring ones self out letter by letter
to communicate it becomes necessary to adapt
to understand cryptic wordings
to read words not known to the dictionary
to understand pain without hearing the depth of the moan of agony
to laugh without touching sweetness of the smile that must surely accompany that
joy you can but imagine
does the absence of sound make the pleadings for understanding any less heart felt
do tears not fill your eyes when someone tells of the loss of a dear friend
if love has a voice,
it must be first in that isolation tapping and creaking of the keys as someone types their way into the heart of another
from one heart to another
not all have sound
all have a voice
by Michael Koontz