Tinnitus

I hear ringing, ringing,
a thousand crickets singing.
Nonstop the cabaret,
every second of every day.

My Quiet forever lost
among the resounding chorus.
No pause to take applause.
No silence on the concourse.

I rest my head to sleep
to the drilling pitch of C.
Goodnite tormentors, Goodnite friends,
tomorrow I wake to you again.