Last

Heart:                           I am very much capable of loving,

                                      Especially to those people who are hoping.

                                      My world of heartbeat is very solemn

                                      For I only hear beat, beat, pause and nothing.

Ears:                             I may not speak, I may be deaf

                                      But I see thru the music of silence.

                                      If your world is solemn,

                                      Then my world is what muteness condemns.

Heart:                           No excuses of the deaf,

                                      For we share the music of calmness,

                                      But just I am your flavour,

                                      The key to the music of love and happiness.

Ears:                             I may not hear but I hear the unsaid,

                                      And at least the sound of peacefulness

                                      Is never taken for granted.

                                      For this is our form of art and creativeness.

Heart and Ears:         Because art isn’t supposed to look nice;

                                      It is supposed to make you feel something.