Stroke of Genius

Hmm, I have a hand full of ink but what will I write... Is action everything? Silent but listening Silence then pump Silence then pump Pen begins to flow writing is a life-line Zig-zag lines from a critical care monitor beeping everytime a heart pumps or that plastic Slinky machine ooshes everytime lungs exhale air Words are nothing Action is everything Silence then pump Silence then pump I tried talking inaudible mumblings which raised some questions Will he make it? Will he pull through? Will he ever be the same? Gesturing for a pen I began scribbling Focused on three words some machine beeps rapidly from renewed activity Distracted, I lost I and began again Silence then scribble zig-zag line up lungs inhale Slinky draws down she waits anticipated nurses asked "What are you saying," Tears began to roll the moment I realized that if I couldn't speak but could scribble silence then love silence then you I laid the pen and pad down and realized Writing was everything. Silence then beep Silence then...