~ta-13~ Poem by E Nigma

There was a moment and a day
The sun began
Promoted your strength and
Faded away

You held the moving hand
A whisper to beat the drums
For shouts fall on deaf ears
Silence beckons you to hold dear
Your mind

Here is a picture
They called It pretty
And the whole world accepted
What's pleasing to the eyes

But for the blind, beauty was sound
Your sound seduced me, Your sounds alludes me
That sound was you and I