songs of silence

How sad the fate of my songs
Deaf is the one to whom it belongs
What is said witheres into unsaid
For not a word is ever read
Alas such is the fate of my utterance
My songs are simply synonyms of silence

Convulsions of a poetic mind
Random unsteady flight of a butterfly
Its music like a wind chime
No matter which way the wind blows, it simply rhymes