Ears...

The ears parted and closed. Munching on the waves of energy passing through them, swallowing passages whole, nibbling at others, vomiting back some. The ears sifted through the sounds like a sea full of plankton, straining to make sure none had escaped attention. Passing sounds from one to another, between the two and shared by both. The ears grew subtly larger, waxing and waning with each sentence constructed. As years passed by the ears found no sounds graced its lips any longer, thick hair was streching out like hands, grappling available sounds and muffling them. The ears, controlled to live in its own silence, began to imagine sounds, and grew content, as such things could never be created in reality.