Voices and Noises

The bus engine roars when it goes uphill
The motorcycle speeds by
The mobile phone rings
The little baby cries.

The pressure cooker whistles,
The dripping tap adds to the noise.
Raindrops fall on the tin roof,
And water flows by.

The coffee vending machine makes noise
I hear the sound of the lady's heels on the marble floor
I hear my fingers on the keyboard as I type this
So many sounds, so many noises; most of them I ignore.

Some conversations of meaning
Some meaningless chatter
In random conversations I indulge,
For leisure sake; so how does it matter?

Some noises I fear; Some voices I long to hear
The music, the guitar I hear not
Not even the giggles, the laughs
Or the voices of those near and dear.

Noises aplenty,
Voices unheard.
A few words spoken
Many unspoken words.

As I walk down the path, I ponder
The noise of my footsteps follow me on the route
And I can't help but wonder
What is life like for the deaf and the mute?