The Silent Island

I live on a silent island.

Oh, there are birds singing lovely melodies,
The sound of the water can be soothing,
But there are no human voices answering.

There is a noisy lei of islands nearby
With a beautiful but crabby neighbor,
But she has lost the capacity of
Human speech and speaks to our children
In sound strings neither they nor I understand.

My ears are full of noises
But my island is silent, because
No answer to my words ever comes.

Luckily my island is full of bottles,
And every day or so, I fill one
With a message and toss it into the water,
Hoping it will reach someone,
Someone who will take the time to read it.

Though I hope for no return in my silence.