On Your Way/Twenty Two Fourteen

I don't have anything to listen to
And that really scares me
"You have music," you say
But sometimes I'm not so sure

"I absolutely cannot write about it," I say
But sometimes I'm not so sure
Scribbled notes on discarded notecards
Folded 8.5x11 sheets: name cellphone email

This doesn't feel right
Neither does that
It isn't the words
(Or that)
Or the melody-
But maybe both, at once

But this
This I can do
This,
Turned up all the way
The hums, vibrations, ring out against the tiny membranes that are responsible for so much
So many thoughts
Tears
Smiles
And sometimes, no reaction at all
Simply a quenching
Of a thirst I didn't know I had
Until days like today
When I don't know what to listen to.

-LIL