Do you hear
Twelve string strum
finger picking
thumb
playing back ground to our
screenplay lives
we sing along to the growing pains
in time duet strummed
except for the boy with no hearing
who only hummed
noises in mimic of love
to those he looked up to
or sideways staring with blue eyes
as he cuddled
touching for answers
wondering what our lips sang
deaf but not dumb
he would make his sound
on a coffee can drum
to the rhythm in unison
with smiles
swirling dances
raised eyebrows
and understanding glances
of the silent ones whom
would allow him to place
their palms on his breast
while he slightly tilted his head
and smiled his way of saying
Do you hear?