I sit and listen to the baffling sounds

and wonder what they mean to her

Is it a communication that just confounds

Or an expression of her inner anger

Is there a code that I cannot decipher

Some message that would clarify

Would organize those axons in her

Brain that mystify

Nobody seems to have the answer

It's one of the symptoms they all say

Maybe just give her a pill relaxer

It's not a price they have to pay

It's like water torture in my head

An endless drip of noise

I find no solace in my bed

Nothing that will equipoise

It seems we'll live this to the end

With no relief in sight

By fate my future has been penned

To lay awake another night

And what of her, she's no idea

She doesn't even hear herself

Sleep offers her no panacea

. . . for there is none.