Around him surrounds noise of motion
He suffers silence of the depth of ocean
Drowned in himself far removed from din
He lives closeted in his world within.

Words reach him in wind’s disguise
Mean nothing he must read the eyes
For ripples emitting when lips do part
Can’t travel the distance to touch his heart.

The storms that rage he cannot convey
Absorbs all not a thing can say
Mocks him his vision in the blasted light
He wished he could cry out with all his might.

His thoughts unsaid debar tales of rejoice
Fate was too blind to leave him a choice
Other than to imprint his mind on his face
If you care to read there his woes and happiness.