voiceless dreams

He becomes
a stranger
to people
and to everything
they say.
His hearing was
perfect,
once,
and even now
he listens
to music with perfect ease
and can hear the rustling
of autumn leaves
from a distance
or the sorry sigh
of a lost soul,
but is not able
to hear a word
that is said to him.
A friend described
the beauty
of silence
under the surface
of a pool of water
and though
he cannot swim
he forces himself
to go under
and he never
comes up for air
for the silence
is very beautiful.