May 2019
Beautiful music floats through the air
Finding its way to every lending ear.
When, in a fleeting glance, I notice a man
Who does not bend to the will
Of such voices that move me.
He speaks without words
In a secret language I wish to know.
To be alone in a sea of voices unheard,
Is strangely, tragically beautiful.
Finding its way to every lending ear.
When, in a fleeting glance, I notice a man
Who does not bend to the will
Of such voices that move me.
He speaks without words
In a secret language I wish to know.
To be alone in a sea of voices unheard,
Is strangely, tragically beautiful.
A deaf man made a home in my heart., something about him was so peaceful. He was so happy with life, even amidst not having the ability to hear. I giggle to myself at how perplexing life is and yearn to match his happiness.
