Silent Night

Of silence, I am master
Trapped in a mute existence
While thoughts pummel my brain, like the chunks of ice in a late summers hail storm.
It makes no sense that ice should form in heat such as this.
Noisy silence I know so well
Disengaged from the meaning of the words,
With the teasing of the sounds buzzing in my ears, like a swarm of honey bees
Telling stories amongst themselves, while the world goes on, knowing not their tales.
With my quill, I find my voice
On the parchment, I can finally hear the words.