tapered

Deafness quickens, death comes with speaking
I still pause to capture rain
Tapering ideas to bind what is
Every hesitated motion is put in check
My words pressed deeply on pages
Enough for you to read my lips with your hand
There I can be felt
But with words every sound just falls
Catalyst stir, my death in my resolve
Pausing to capture rain,
Your words I feel,
Slowly turning around in time,
Seldom do I smile with out you
Only when I am waiting i can see the sound
Or it's not meant to be, lights burns in and out
I've tried everything to catch your sight
All a shade in the bounds of falling
Where loud pulses push, diminishing all means of reason
For it's a constant clash,