At the end of a long, noisy day
Some people remove their hearing aids
Or sound processors
For some quiet time, some peace
Before going to bed.
These are the moments of ahhh……
For others, removing their technology
And moving about, soundless
Makes them feel uncomfortable, disconnected,
Floating in a world of cotton batten.
Footsteps are silent
Light switches don’t click
Words seen on the lips of others,
Carry no vibrations.
These people prefer sound over silence.
But for me, there is always sound
Whether I wear my technology
Or remove it.
In the morning, shortly after rising
I put on my hearing aid and sound processor
Which feed me sounds
All day, all evening,
Right up to the moment,
Before I turn out the light,
When I remove them, bidding them goodnight.
Then it is dark,
And I am deaf –
To the external sounds but
The internal whooshes, roars and hums
Of tinnitus become louder,
Having no competition
From real sounds.
Sleep comes, sooner or later.
In my dreams, I don’t have hearing loss
And even better, there is no tinnitus.
One day, perhaps,
The head sounds will be gone 24/7.
But for now, it’s only at night,
When I am deaf and in a dream world
That sound originates where it’s supposed to:
Outside, not inside, my head.
For now, in the morning,
As my sleeping brain
Swims back to consciousness
A new day of inner-and-outer sound