I turn the page and the page turns me.

I turn the page and the page turns me.
Shhh, says it. Shhh and then silence.
The page is quiet,
the pen speaks
-- muffled words.
I feel as if I'm going deaf,
like I stood too near a firing gun.
Thankfully, I can read lips
and the pen's lips can read me.
Shhh, says the page,
and all is quiet.
I turn the page and the page turns me.