Music

I am deaf yet music is my passion, for the way each raindrop hits through ground splashing it's very sound, the way the the girl holds the saxophone in her hand, playing something, I think, is sad in a bluesy tune that I, too, can understand- is something that I can feel. For the way the traffic goes, when rubber tires burn the cement and splash in puddles, for the way children run and scream, as one woman struggles to reach for her red, drifting umbrella. Yet all my attention is the little girl blowing the saxophone on the painted canvas.