What I hear with my eyes; What I
See with my ears, makes me feel
Like a vessel afloat, in a sea
Of pure amber glass.
The poem is internal, the feelings
Are thoughts, that have been
Trapped; not reflections,
But parts of my whole.
I react as if the experience were
Mine; to close with my ears,
Shut in with my eyes, and
Dance with my body.-daw