Looking Without Eyes Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

I don't need light to know you move,
mor windows to watch your hands at work.
The sir shifts, whispers its own language-
a quiet ripple where you have been.

Your steps carve echoes into silence,
the floor remembering where you stood.
Shadows stretch in places unseen,
telling stories in a language beyond sight.

The world breathes with your presence,
each motion a thread in the unseen web.
You are never truly hidden,
only waiting to be noticed.