Poems about translation 12: A pair of small ears

I was at a pleasing (and unexpected) spoken word/live music event the other evening at one of my favourite pubs, the King Street Tavern in Portsmouth. Among the entertainments was a very lovely reading by a Hampshire-based poet called Maggie Sawkins. Her poem 'A pair of small ears' begins

I have come to translate the silence.
I've bought paper and pencils
and a pair of small ears. 

Since by now you will be quivering with suspense to know how the paper, the pencils and the ears are going to get the job done, I am happy to say that the rest of the poem can be read here.