Tale Weaver 02.09.21 – Sound of Silence

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to lose one of your senses? Or have you even experienced it?

Today I invite you to write a tale from the perspective of someone who has lost the sense of hearing. All they hear now is “the sound of silence” if you will.

For me it would be soul crushing; music is such a big part of my life. There’s always music in the background; even now as I write this, I’m listening to a playlist of eclectic songs from the Norse “my mother told me” to Lord Huron and Evanescence… 

What tale would you write? A tale of loss or a tale of hope? 

Or if you’d rather stay in a real world environment what would you miss? How would you compensate with your other senses?

Sound of silence or a life without sound. 

I apologize for the late post; it’s been a busy day and I’ve been hesitating between two themes. So my post for next Thursday will be much earlier because it’s ready 😜😂.

A vos plumes

In summary

  • Go where the prompt takes you and have fun!
  • Prose, poetry, fable… please share your stories in whatever style works for you.
  • Keep your stories/quests/tales below 1000 words
  • Post it on your blog and tag it MLMM, Tale Weaver, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
  • Be sure to leave a pingback or a link so we (I) can read your contribution


  1. First thing that came to mind was Disturbed version of the Simon and Garfunkel classic, “Sounds of Silence.” A friend of mine who lost her hearing says she misses music and the sound of her husband’s voice most.

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  2. I lost my hearing 20 years ago, so I do not have to imagine. Although my loss wasn’t to the level of “sound of silence” it was severe enough to prevent me from having a conversation with anyone. Fortunately, I had the modern technologies of email, texting, and closed-captioning, which allowed me to function in everyday life.

    All sounds were severely distorted — I couldn’t even recognize a dog barking. Everything sounded like I was underwater. I got hearing aids, and for the most part, they only increased the volume while still sounding underwater.

    It took about 10 years for me to “re-learn” hearing (and coupled with improvements in hearing-aid technology) to the point I could have a telephone conversation.

    I was (and still am) a huge fan of music, but I had to do without music for most of those 10 years. However, I also credit music with helping me to “re-learn” hearing. I had listened to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon more than 100 times, and I knew exactly how each note was supposed to sound. I put that CD in my car and let it play nearly continuously for a few years, until it once again sounded like I remembered it.

    Note: I intend to write an article on this one day. Not sure if I have the time right now, so I wanted to get these thoughts posted here. Thank you for the prompt.


  3. […] MLMM’s Tale Weaver prompt invites us to write from the perspective of someone who has lost their hearing. I still have my hearing. Yet I cannot hear the voice of the man who was my first love, my hero, my counselor, my strength. I long for him. But all I hear is the sound of silence. […]


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