by KIYLA
I’m the blind man who can see
The wind that breathes between my fingers,
But sings with the leaves.
I look up and see them swaying in perfect joyful harmony.
I run sensing my freedom.
I’m the blind man who can see
The music, the melody,
The one that inspires me
Is the same thing that inspired Mozart,
Pure talent.
I’m the blind man who can see,
And all I need is rain, maybe thunder
To calm me down,
A different aroma from my candle.