the music of smiles carries differently
when my shoulders are pressed into yours
and your laughter becomes an embrace
that speaks louder than any words spoken
if we saw with our ears instead
perhaps our hearts would learn better
to translate the trembling soft of silence
or the crash of sorrow breaking in
i would hold your voice in my hands
trace its edges like an old map
your whispers would draw the skyline
your breath painting the ocean’s curve
to hear light falling through trees
to see the rhythm of footsteps walking
what if senses were merely suggestions
and feeling was all we ever needed