Ears

My ears are clogged-
lodged with words-
bursting with chords-
harassing the drum

Filling my world
with piercing
and infectious
sound
stirring-up
a fantasy

Afraid that
one more stroke
from The hand
to slip, gently
another strand
behind
this ear

Your ears
could hear
it too the
fantasy
erupting in the
canals

Resting in the
feeling of
contentment,
residing in
my ears

Wondering.
Do you hear
what I hear
now?
Slipping the strand securely
behind.

Another
rush of melodies
from afar-
heard and familiar
knowing it came not just from
my ears
but
from yours
too