She can see your lips move
but cannot hear what you say
her eyes tear up at the end
at the futility of understanding
the small message you're trying to send
unable to pierce the walls of silence
she feels trapped inside
slow moving ocean tides
nodding throughout her day
in front of the faces that visit today
Mozart spins silently around
as her memories flood back
to the sights and the sounds
of fluttering gowns
when she was a young girl...
and he was her world.