If the deity cares for music
Why shouldn’t you?
Will you become yourself
A broken shoe?
Walk no where, no place to go
So stale and, oh, so slow?
Deafly turned to visible sounds
Deafly blind mysterious rounds
Then stop up, voyager, and turn around
Your journey is whirring
And without sound
But I will listen, I will hear
Silent sounds whisper near
They call and thrum the heartstring bounds
And binding, winding to the way,
Bound I go
And listening stay.
Inspired by Hallelujah, by Jeff Buckley
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