“Would you let me rattle your ear?”
Sometimes noise becomes silence; as there are many layers in the soundscape and very little sound in the subconscious ear. She could hear his nerves clicking, their sound frightened her a little. Why was everything so quiet? She couldn’t wait to listen to his loudness, to be intimate with his noise.
“If you hear me, you’re alive. Those who cannot hear do not notice their bodies.”
She used to hear her own blood, now she was hearing an approaching train. She was looking for her silence and she found his noise. She phoned his heart, but it was off, it couldn’t hear her. It was beyond her frequency spectrum.