Deaf ears are misdirected to the individual that hears their own songs, but every now and then there are certain & specific melodies that seep through. Like when we were kids and snuck in & out of the house when our parents were sleeping. We started understanding the tattle-taling croak of the stairs, but through the error of the trials, these specific tones & croaks became such modest melodies to our parents in their slumber. When we step too hard or halt just short, the deaf ears suddenly hear their childhood dreams reenacted. And to fix themselves vicariously through their offspring, they suddenly hear.

So call it as you may, but I choose to tiptoe to my own music that may or may not wake you up. My intention is for attention to inhumanity and if by chance these croaking stairs tell, it is no fault but mine… I chose to sneak on out.