If I had your ears,
I wouldn't hear any of the things they whisper
Because you're deaf to it all
If I had your eyes,
I wouldn't see any of the things I've witnessed.
Because you're blind to it all,
If my skin was thick, cushioned for every fall
I wouldn't have so many stories to tell, written so well
In a permanent kind of marker
But dark is light to you
And even birds without wings still take off in flight,
Still soar through jagged clouds,
Bound for the stars and beyond
And below,
The ripples in the water,
Though they speak, you do not listen
The only sound is music
That you dance to, a slow waltz
Faultless in every way you move.
