Communication Sonnet #7

It's meant no treat at all to be given
The silent treatment, a cruel and awful
Punishment nobody deserves, even
Murderers have words with their guards, lawful
Citizens deserve no less. Oh to hear
That instrument, your soft warm baritone
And, happy surprise, so sweet and so clear
When you sing, so enchanting. Get the phone
And call me up, I don't care what you say,
Scold me if you wish share your displeasure,
There is a year's worth of words to relay,
Hasten to bestow this precious treasure.
Then never again inflict upon me
Such heartless wordless inhumanity.