Here it is again

I just realized how much of the page that Dorian GRay thing took up so I'm reposting the riddle here.

Pillowed by cushions
With solitude they bring noise
Notes filter through
Drowning chatter, a constant distraction.
It is the teller of stories,
Without Ink, no books, no pen
Like snakes they wind
but they do not hiss. Alone
They are silent and useless Together
they speak and give life
to emotions and words. With one
hand swift movenets make voices
carry just once or more
but not without the deaf
yet open mind.