Song of the voiceless…sung by the deaf to a guitar fine tuned by the blind.
Such can be life…
At first…when things were sweet, joy, love and happiness filled the air everytime your voice sounded.
At first, when all the wild flowers bloomed & blossomed, butterflies and bees hopped and skipped from one flower to the next, spreading your love and affection wherever they went.
At first, your words filled my heart with warmth just like the sun does on a summer’s morning.
At first, the rainbow rejoiced at your sight, your presence brought about all the colors of the world with each smile you shared.
I was your thorn-less rose, perfect in many ways.
Such was life, listening to a song
sung to the deaf over a guitar fine tuned by the blind sung by a mute.
Things changed…..conductors andexpects from all walks of life found fault with each string of my guitar.
Imperfections and shot comings brought about by the many who knew not the song of my heart, gave birth to a change in you.
Questions and misguided assumptions became the end of me
Redemption versus constant scrutiny
Irrelevant questions versus an unchanging change of heart ring through my head
Such can be life, listening to a song sung by the deaf
Deaf to what the world says; warn and hint about…..leaving one feeling worthless in all degrees.
Eyes wide shut to what the heart sees
Ears glued on the ground; as words spread through the grapevine fly and multiply, evolving ever so sadistically with each interpretation and advice from those who have mastered the art of fine tuning other’s guitars while turning a blind eye to their own music they blatantly ignore to face and dance spread acts of folly long erased from the mind.
Such is a song only your heart and mine understood better than any music conductor could have ever understood
This, being no ordinary orchestral work by any of the world’s greatest, was a song from my deaf soul, sung by my voiceless heart fallen into ears of a world with many a blind guitar perfectionist.
Like a jester in a king’s court, I danced, juggled, fell and crashed…..tryin to dance to a song, sung by the deaf to a guitar fine tuned by the blind who’s keys gave not the note my heart’s song sang in agony of it’s silence.
Like a jester, all made no sense to common perfectionist, imperfections was all they saw.
Like a jester, I look forward to an end of each day full of fools pointing and jeering, rolling back with laughter with each blunder I make.
At the end of each day, wiping off the mask I wear daily, seeing the muffled smile of my heart through a reflection of a soul I have long forgotten kills me a thousand times more than death suffered by a coward who sold his fathers soul for a measly inheritance.
When it is all said and done, prospect of a brighter day urges me on to look forward to yet another day.
When all is said and done…when I finally find my footing and stand tall, revealing the greatness in me, I to shall smile from within and walk tall.
When all is said and done, pride and an dilated ego will not be the end of the humble me I’d have long yearned to be recognized for.
When all is said and done, reaching out to lend you a helping hand won’t come from an attempt or urge to spite you, look down on your shot comings like you did mine, it won’t be coming from an urge to prove a point nor gloat on my new found source of joy and happiness…
It be from sheer beauty of what I call life, humility and compassion.
When all is said and done, the only memories of you that would cloud my head would be those of beautiful moments we had.
When all is said and done, you too will realize we are all humans and no where close to perfection.
Such goes the song for the voiceless
Sung by a blind man to a mute with a guitar fine tuned by the deaf….
