You told me you’d seen the depths of the earth and the beauty in the sadness.
You told me you have sung to the melodies in the moonlight.
You told me of your movements as the sun danced through your eyes.
You told me of the world as you lived in a masterpiece of bleeding paint.
You showed me the way the earth forms to the curvatures of your perception.
You showed the world how to believe in the actions of scattered letters.
You proved how words can be the way of movement, and the way they convey beauty in the silence. For letters form words that form, thoughts, that form emotions.
And never a single sound was made.