MUSIC FOR THE DEAF AND DUMB

Candles burning and jokers wild amidst the everglades
Could it perhaps be a supernova or an ethereal parade?
Tables turn and seasons change as the winds are howling loudly.
The blowing sensation touches their faces and whistles well-endowedly
expressing its anger in different phases playing a strange charade.
So I walk a different path and play a different drum
Rhythms of an aftermath from a distant memory
The signs of letters and inner meaning are obligatory
conducting music for the deaf and dumb.
The hopes and sighs of the empathetic will gently ease
Glowing energies touch their souls left in silence and peace
The barriers of time and space will dissipate as a blade
of grass bends with the breeze and they view it proudly
aware of their vision of reality as a truly poignant story.
Tenderhearted reflections of a kindly disposition increase
their stamina as their pictorial aptitude is devoutly
acclaimed as a superlative to emotionally release
an intense prerequisite of their necessity for glory.
So I walk a different path and play a different drum
Rhythms of an aftermath from a distant memory
The signs of letters and inner meaning are obligatory
conducting music for the deaf and dumb.
In a blueprint lies the architectural wonder of a masterpiece
conceived through their visual prowess undoubtedly.
Here lies the wonder of talent within them which comes
through their awareness of the balances and parameters.
The mathematics and formulas even through all diameters
will not baffle their ability when all is said and done.
Secrets voices whisper in their minds ancient subtle truths
reminding them of their earlier moments during youth.
There lies a mystery which rings a melody that soothes
as sound transforms through them so profoundly.
With no relation to our programmed mind and ears
is this miraculous appearance which they behold.
Seeing the stars which in the night sky do appear
guide them to the marvels of a painting of Van Gogh.
Ungluing the riddle of the sensation of perception
we are transported to the world of their reception.
Seeing the choreography of Nijinsky brings an atmosphere
of a stirring movement where all wings do unfold.
Observing the universe through a telescope
will move their souls to further hope.
So I walk a different path and play a different drum
Rhythms of an aftermath from a distant memory
The signs of letters and inner meaning are obligatory
conducting music for the deaf and dumb.