To a Man With a Pen

Listen!
Screams that man
Man of pen
He's dying
in pain alone
Begs for audience
before what cannot open to the world
as advocate for all
All seems dull
Life as music is still
All speaking seems unheard

In dry response I reply
I speak for the hard of hearing

With senses dulled like no other
Gates of music rusted shut by tears
When the oil flows then party too loud;
until the next rain shuts me down

Untrained and clumsy
Without a dream to motivate and commit
Humanity screamed too loud;
left me weak and bleeding

So bad I would be learning
Too wild for just anyone
Only a prince could bust a wall
Ego already has too many issues
to get left out of the conversation again

I don't know enough to have anything to say
but your words could start my theatre
So please jump up on my stage
and maybe you'll get a fresh idea
even if you don't get heard

If you speak I might hear
If you make me listen we'll both learn
I could hear without learning even if I'm trying
I feel I could empathize but might not really understand
Pigs trampled my pearls and tore me up
Help me repair the equation
so I can listen more
and bluster less