The Blind Man


The blind man sittin’ on the stool
Darkness has captured his world
But in the darkness he could hear and
see the colours of music
Music in his life is ecstatic
Something that he won’t let go
Like a strong spirit growing in his ego.


The blind man sittin’ on the stool
Painting the music with hands and mind
He chooses the music to be his ally
Like the roots and its tree
Every beat in his heart makes him feel free
Wishing someone can perceive
The colours of music that he receives.


The blind man sittin’on the stool
Findin’the string-tunes in the darkness
His body dives into his mind
Hunting his ability that’s endless
Alone in rhythm and melody
A perfect dignity in simplicity
It is the heart and soul of a blind man
Throughout his journey in the chaotic city.


by Teana2008