The shape on the page tells you this is a poem.
though I know you don’t read poetry,
maybe because you lack trust
in words too evocative and imprecise...
yet, you quoted Shakespeare to me.
For more than half a century
you listened and heard...you heard!
and I learned: to trust,
since you taught me what I need to live
as much as I need air.
I can no longer hear. Can you?
I send in silence my plea for your voice
that I might listen again
and taste the water whose lack parches me.