Gone for ever are the honey-silvered trills and songs of the nightingale, tit and blackbird

Though the raucous, but welcome, ‘caw’ of the crow, raven and magpie, lie still within my reach

The cacophonous din of tinnitus’ engine-whines, ringing and roars, never can be unheard

But, on a good day, soften and shush, as waves breaking and retreating on a steep, pebbled beach