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