I'm all ears

”Be fruitful and multiply….And it was so…and it was good…And there was evening and there was morning..” Gen 1:28-31

I’m all ears. Three Tales, a music video by Beryl Korot & Steve Reich lingers yet.
Ever since I suddenly became deaf in one ear, my sense of inner direction has apparently multiplied at the expense of the outer. Everything I hear from the outside since then seems to pierce my head, like a 7-bit skeleton key that's being shoved into a 7-tined tuning fork. In the beginning, when there was no fit between the key and the fork, I used to beat and pound on the door, crying to be let in and out of myself, but now I am getting better - at listening and waiting with one ear, the right ear. That's how I hear "War in Heaven: Angel's monologue" by Sam Shephard and Joseph Chaikin. That's why I see what I see in my kitchen. That's how I find all the young girls from the Essen cathedral choir. That's why I too sing "Bred dina vida vingar." All in one week. One ear. Here.