They always say ‘love is blind.’
But who decided that in the first place.
Why isn’t love mute or schizophrenic
Or autistic or paralyzed
or even….
Deaf?

Yeah…

I like that one.

Let actions speak louder than words
Let scarred and calloused hands
Run over crooked curves and scars
Let soft and tiny hands
Run over tattoos and previously broken bones

Let ears transcribe sounds into
Beautiful poems and melodies
Constructed by hands and emotions
That only select few understand

Let us not dance to music
But to the beat of our hearts in our Living room on an early morning
Sun just peeking through the curtains
Or in the dead of night when the Emptiness is a symphony of sounds
Only the performers can hear

Love had never been so quiet

Then again who said it had to be loud