Without words,

nothing happens,

at all.

A rusting completed.

As for the voice?

Its fire

would be out.

No 'ouch!'

at the touch

of a flame.

 

The taste

of a delicacy

could not be told of.

 

I would'nt hear his

'awwww!' 

when a baby smiled.

 

A capability

to tell of

the rainbow made

by an oily surface

on water

would be denied.

 

The branches

of us

would wither

and be welcomed

by death.

 

The song sound

of the world,

would be gone.