To learn the music, silence I studied

The deaf interpret the things we don’t say,

the blind see what we can’t see,

things will come and be what may

life it will be what it will be,

but it feels like I’m walking on sheer ice

being in my shoes won’t be really nice

if you understood my head, about saying your mean words you’d think twice.

I wish these things understand I could make you;

see what the blind can see

hear what the deaf can hear

then, just maybe, you’d think about your words and not make me feel so blue.

24/2/2020