Hammer, anvil, stirrup and drum
echo vibrations in the Eustachian cave —
down into its enclosed cochlear chamber —
where wave modulations are measured
for interpretation by the brain,
giving meaning and music
to the chaos of sound.
I remember hearing a story
of a king’s satorical conversion
while contemplating his daughter’s ear,
but I can’t find the Wiki-reference.
Although parochially taught and confused with saint mythology,
This fragmented and half remembered tale nourished
my young imagination till I realized:
It was not the comprehension this noble already possessed,
but a loving and full appreciation,
that inspired him to awe and devotion.
This philosopher king who knew the inner workings of the ear
wept, when gently whispering his daughter’s name,
she turned her head in receptive anticipation
of the message he found himself too moved to voice.