He doesn't hear.

He walks through a silent world.

He feels some sounds,

But they've been purified,

Coming to his heart by his blood

That picked the noise up 

And carried it to his kidneys first,

And they took the worst,

The negative aspects, away.

And so nothing damages his smile.

For the things he sees are possibilities,

Or solutions in waiting.

Big dimples appear, as do his bright white teeth.

He's flipping burgers, happy as can be.

-jenn