Lend me your ear
So that I may listen to your piano play.
I shall stretch my fingers across the keys
While you produce a scale of your choosing.
Lend me your ear
And your accent might register
As Different than everyone else’s.
Perhaps I have an accent, too.
Lend me your ear
And the mist of the sea could finally have a companion,
The lapping of each wave against the shoreline.
My eyes and ears are one.
Lend me your ear
For you never bothered to learn my hardships.
Too content are you with hearing to notice my discomfort.
What does it matter to you -
If I can’t hear your gossip?
Lend me your ear,
Or I can lend you my sign.
About the Creator
River Cronan
The Ocean is magical,
And so is reading,
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
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