For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days
In a noisy suburban bar,
slightly north of town,
Matthew sits off stage,
he hears silence so acutely.
He is blessed with being deaf,
a gift he feels is from God.
His other senses have developed so delicately
that he feels presence and understanding
in his surroundings.
Johnny takes the stage,
and with the sight of a few quick strums,
the crowd tenses in excitement,
Matthew quivers in his questions
“it’s Johnny’s music that they hear,
It must be so good.
While Johnny plays his pleasure
that the crowd dances to,
Matthew picks up a guitar
and tenderly touches it.
In a dreamish daze he plays,
closing his eyes to the world.
There is a confusion in the room
as the crowd hears sounds of beauty.
They are captured by the tone and peace
in which Matthew plays.
They can do little but sit and watch,
even Johnny, though reluctantly.
Through valleys of sound Matthew moves,
reaching out with all he has,
and after a recital of echoes from his heart,
he fails back in his chair exhausted.
The crowd, upon hearing this artist play,
jump to their feet and show their thanks to him
with clapping hands and cheers.
Matthew, recovering his strength,
opens his eyes
and sees the crowd filled with joy and life.
He is puzzled and then feels sadness,
Because he cannot hear Johnny play.