Onward and upward.

Onward and upward.

Such is dread

Hidden

Beneath unbidden silence

Every muted sound

Stripped of meaning

Muffled and bound

Buried so deeply down

Below the threshold

Of understanding

Strangely pitched

As whispers

Every thought

Echoed through

Empty corridors

Hollowed out of meaning

Devoid of context

I am deafened

By the roar

Of mine own ignorance

Bereft of beauty

Lost in search

Of music

To heal the soul

Every note soured

By association

Mine ears have ceased

In their interpretation

Sweet sorrow is no more

As the incantation

Of a worthless prayer

Has cast a spell

Upon me

Sweet words once heard

Now, slipped away

Filtered as though

A heavy shroud

Has wrapped itself about me

A thankless cowl

Indifferent to my

Excommunication

How can I speak

Of what little I know

When in truth

The pattern of my knowledge

Is of such poor design

As to dissipate

Before it has time

To formulate

I am left

Witless

Without the means

To ponder the futility

Of such friendlessness

As is this unbidden silence.