What can you hear, as you lie here, enjoying the night?
The crickets, you say?
Oh, come on, we can all hear that.
Listen some more.
The wind in the trees?
But listen closer.
Can't you hear anything else? At all?
Are you sure?
No, there are no animals here.
Stop making things up.
My love, can't you hear?
Can't you hear her weeping?
It's pretty emphatic.
Do you know why she's crying?
How can you not?
It's because of you.
You can't hear her. You never could.
She was always drowned out by something.
Crickets. The wind. You name it.
You could never hear her properly.
Is it because you have a poor hearing?
You're hearing is just fine.
It was your choice.
She asked so little of you. Yet you still couldn't catch the few words she spoke.
Think about that.
She's beckoning for you to come.
Get up, go see what she wants.
The stars can wait.
Everything can wait.
If only you listen.