VISION TO HEAR

The music flowed down the stream
Down the mountains and hills’ esteem
Like the twinkling ripples on the river
Or like the melodious way the birds quiver

She played the keys both black and white
Tunes were her dreams that played! Played with mite…
Her eyes were glowing, glowing with hope…
But only if her vision to hear could cope…

The melody that came was sweet as honey
Which would not melt away even if sunny…
Her fingers played the magic all…
But her ears could hear nothing at all…

I can hear her sweet melodious song…
Which she has been playing for time along…
To her they are melodies unheard, bitter…
Bitter to her…but in real, melodies unheard…sweeter…