Autism And Savants

A quiet child with far-off eyes, Whispers numbers in the skies— The world outside may seem unclear, But inner stars are bright and near. He hums a song no one has taught, He draws from wells the world forgot, A thousand keys within one hand, Unlocking seas, unspoken land. She counts the birds before they land, She knows the shape of every strand Of wind that weaves the air to silk— Her thoughts flow deeper than warm milk. They see the world in colored flame, Where every leaf calls out its name, And though their silence holds them tight, It births a strange and tender light. The soul still sings, though not aloud.