I knew her, a songwriter.

This one’s for her.

She sees not and hears not.

Childhood went through so silent,

A Smile – this is all that she’s got.

Education – a much challenged route,

Her parents gave her the “songwriting fruit”.

A pen and paper far different from others.

She hums a tune she cannot hear.

Yet the angel’s voice is so very clear.

Not words for this mankind to understand,

Only she knows all beings can…

She sees the world through her eyes

It’s so silent and dull,

But when she hums, the colors pour in…

The vibration of tunes that comes from within.

Everyday, she knows it’s coming,

Because Impossible is but Nothing.