As I've traveled around the globe,
   I've felt the music from some souls --
   Those who exude, in part or whole,
      a secret and sacred rhythm.

And when their tunes did call to me
   I felt a yearning to be free
   to dance and sing, if out of key,
      yet ever so resonantly. 

Who could have known that I'd go deaf.
   With ear to ground, nothing was left.
   It felt like a horrible theft
      from all (and yet received by none.)