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Craig Rozniecki
My ears are rattled,
Pained by the volume,
Plugs to prevent damage,
The silence is deafening,
Not a sound can be heard,
Not a word nor a laugh,
Left for me to interpret,
The silence is deafening,
Not a thought is uttered,
Not an emotion expressed,
No tone of voice,
The silence is deafening,
I look you straight in the eyes,
Express how I feel,
No reaction is given,
The silence is deafening,
Do you not hear the sighing of a willow in Japan,
(In Japan beyond, in Japan beyond)
In the voice of a wind searching the Sun lost,
For the old faces with memory in eyes ?
Do you not hear the sighing of a bamboo in Japan,
(In Japan beyond, in Japan beyond)
In the voice of a sea urging with the night,
For the old dreams of a twilight tale ?
Do you not hear the sighing of a pine in Japan
(In Japan beyond, in Japan beyond)
In the voice of a river in quest of the Unknown,
For the old ages with gold in heart ?
Do you not hear the sighing of a reed in Japan,
(In Japan beyond, in Japan beyond)
In the voice of a bird who long ago flew away,
For the old peace with velvet-sandalled feet ?