Dead Air

I had grown to hate the sounds Incessant insanity inside the impotence of an ICU Blinding white lights humming like the buzz of a thousand bees growing in Spring's embrace Intimate heartbeats echoed by innocent chirps, drifting from a faceless machine Monotonous sounds of mechanical air pounding like an aquatic bass drum Pressing against my ears…my soul Tender soled shoes of the nightingales coming and going Touching you only with their caring eyes Nothing left for them to do Desperate cries of unknown faces roam past the glass door Kindred spirits broken by the uncertainty of certainty Sitting behind glass walls waiting as I wait Listening to the seconds Tick tick tick I had grown to hate the sounds until… They turned them off Have you ever heard the dying song of a ventilator When the need has vanquished forever Dead air