A Deeper Listening

What we hear is a haunting, of words not said, there’s only this deep listening, yet who or what attends? Something mundane is said, a sudden potency, a brief sonic feathering awakens inner ears. The mention of an ordinary thing connects us, a span of invisible tissue, bridges one foreign language to another. Tympanic bones drum to the same beat. contrary vibrations dance in step. Meanwhile the passion keeps pouring through, conjoined synaptic junctions, and our words try to keep up as best they can.