When suddenly the sounds came back
I clapped my hands with fear.
The ocean in the middle ear
had ebbed, my labyrinth was clear.
I heard the glaciers crack.
The bones that formed a solid core
now let the airwaves through.
There came a rush of sounds I knew,
the clock, the tune called Doctor Who,
across the corridor.
The evening of that awesome day
I heard them, all they said.
The trumpets shrieked inside my head;
I left the boy in the next bed,
leapt up, and ran away.