When a Blind Man Sings For Andrea Bochelli
Swimming in the sea
of spectacular
totally full to bursting
Completely realized
when being nothing would be so easy
Flying on sound
orbiting up
with no idea of ....a purchased landing
Emboldened by want and need
Surreal
as merely beautiful men will never know
Flying solo in a lightless.... world
Thrilling to your own notes echoing back to you
off ceiling and walls
knowing the vibrations of greatness in your cells and atoms
in the goosebumps of your own skin
walking out
to the heat of the stage lights
to the murmurs and movements of so many
The first time
hearing but not seeing
believing but not knowing
Hoping... desperately
or not even hoping
That first time
a connection...a conviction ...a gift
The grit of pure Courage
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2022
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