Very nice, Rob. I wrote a lot of poems a long time ago, but this is one of my personal favourites:
The silence in her eyes
She opens her eyes to the silence around her,
her pupils moving slowly back and forth.
Darkness stares back at her in every direction,
but she remains just as calm as ever.
She quickly reaches out to feel her surroundings,
like a pianist stroking her fingers across her instrument.
Realising that she was within the safety of her own home,
she calmly returns to her eternal slumber.
I want to tell her about the smells of the world,
for every scent is as precious as the last.
I want to tell her about the sounds of the world,
for every beat is a gift from heaven.
I want to tell her about the tastes of the world,
for every dish holds its own cultural secrets.
But I hope she never asks me about the sights of the world,
for that is when I would wish to share the silence in her eyes.