Deafness

You say you are a man of music, but

How could a man of music be so blind

To miss the concord of two people who

Can so harmoniously be aligned?

Perhaps the problem lies not in your eyes

But in a certain deafness in your ear,

thus I am nothing more than muted mote,

a bell of blessing that you cannot hear.

So man of music, what say you to this:

That we, like symphonies must be evolved,

Beginning from a soft hesitant chord,

and time will find suspension well-resolved.