Can you
Listen quietly
To the heart beat of
A caring,
Gentle melody
Coming from someone
Can you hear that?
Because
I know
Who can
But
He only have one friend
Not peace and calmness
Only silence
He doesn’t listen to anyone
Only silence
No one understand him
Only silence
Hours, days, years until death
He lives with silence

One day he met someone
A woman
He was loved.
He was forced to hear
Her lovely rhythm
And sweet sound
He listen silently

To feel
Those echoes
Vibrating on his bone
And the compassion and
Genuine intention
She shows to him

A sound of love
Produce sweet loud noises
Orchestrated
Music to his ears
He dance to it
More than you do
The sound of a woman’s love

Everyday
He shows me his
Folly smile
And sparky
Gullible eyes
Without stain of shame.
He’s innocent mind  knows how to imagine
But learns nothing
Without stain of shame.

However he knows how to value
Things seem plain and simple
He makes it incredible
That brings overwhelming joy

Tender and playful heart
An innocent mind that always wonder
But attention that not last a second
What’s wrong with other people?
Sometimes he ask his mother
My child you are different from others
Keep your heads up look above
Know your worth
No matter bad they say to you
It is not true
You cannot be judged by anyone
Except you
People, animals and non-living
Don't judge but understand them by heart
Appreciate what you are seeing
You may find me there when you feel alone
If you smile I will smile back
Then I will hug you and shower you with my love

Words gave by his Mother
He treasure it forever
Then life challenge him
Judge and hurt his feeling
He doesn't fluster

Remembering his Mother’s words

Bring him strength and greatness
It protected his peace and happiness
That cannot steal by someone else

Even others inflict pain to him
Still he shows compassion
To anyone around him
He still give them genuine smile
And good laugh that they will not convey why
Because
He surely knows
Appreciate things even those simple
He’s grateful
More than you do

Life is unfair
I’ll tell you
He’s really unfair.
But he’s not selfish and cruel
Good to few.

He prosper
Those who cling to him
He’s generous
To those who ask
But still
Unfair.
To everyone.
Out there.

I’m a sweet guilty feeling to the soul
Some says a cure to choler’s disease
Either to you or your enemies

I’m not meant for everyone.
The wise thoughtfully call me when it’s needed
For the fool I’m a necessity to be fulfilled

And when a man submit himself to my offer.
I’ll grant what he covertly wish.
A longing desire for relief; I’ll let his anger and enemies vanish.

Suffering has ended, one’s faith is settled
The folly will start to celebrate
While the wise will count his date

Then in the quietest night I’ll come.
That no one will expect except his conscience
The doors is unlock like someone let it open

In that same peaceful night only silence hears.
A peaceful stare all what I did
To the peaceful who is asleep
Memorizing the face of what peaceful I'll steal.