A Magical Moment

[oligoclonal]

He was born into silence undisturbed by the melody of babble and jabber.
There were smiling lips and, in the noiseless distance, moist eyes matched the crescent.
Yet the images, engendered from this gentle but sinister quiescence,
burdened his innocent perceptions with knowing ignorance.

White coats fluttered and busied noiselessly. I love the turn of phrase "noiseless distance" but if you want to reiterate this feeling try another word.
Machines, their dials awhirr with sharp jumping traces,
vibrated their rhythms to multitudes of faces.
Quietude gathered around him ever more suffocatingly.

Heartbeats, unheard yet close enough to touch, murmur tales.
Oozing condolence, they hum mellifluously through him.
One day, the rhythm of those fables encourages a different feeling
and the crescent becomes ephemeral. Uncertainty infects; then prevails.

Discomfiture, as the story-telling pulse tattoos stories new.
It pumps with expectation which, in his silent world, he cannot interpret.
Intuitively, he hopes only that safety will still reverberate
in his essence and meld seamlessly with his soundless view.

After the procedure he emerges from sleep into a new world
so he snuggles as close to the heartbeat as are lips when sealed in silent prayer.
He is aroused – ears – mind – body and spirit – respond to movement in the air
and his ‘Madeleine Moment’ occurs when he hears his very first words.

(* I must admit to stretching the definition of ‘Madeleine Moment’ beyond that originally described by Proust!)
This piece is an attempt to use poetry to capture one of the most delightful moments I’ve ever seen on film.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTzTt1VnHRM

There are a few more adverbs in here than the story needs, I think. I see a strong series of images in here, but they get knocked around a little needlessly by the number of "Thesaurus Words." I would like to see you prove this story (and its noiselessness) with less. Beautiful ideas.