Without ears

Without ears-
I keep talking to you,
With knowing that,
Your ears are no more there,
To listen to me.
But I must talk my heart to someone,
So I assume, you are still there,
Behind the invisible walls, listening my words,
I am talking for you, not for me,
I have nothing to talk about me,
I can live and go away without talking a word,
But I must talk my words to the papers,
My heart is blotting its feelings to papers,
Papers formulate a new painting of my blood,
I am conducting a show of my paintings,
In the library hall, all books told me,
Those are us; you just gave blood to them,
Somebody whispered in my ears,
I love you, I am sure it is not you,
May be my words...