HOME | DD

Description
No echo finds in halls of deafened ears,
Words bounce and shatter, meaning lost in mist.
The salesman's charm, the preacher's holy tears,
Fall mute on ground where shadows merge and twist.

For some, the leader's trumpet is a call,
They march in step, a drum their soul's command.
For others, whispers light a flame, not gall,
A gentle touch, a heart held in your hand.

No single tongue fits every mortal frame,
No map of minds, no universal key.
Learn dialects of soul, the subtle flame,
And bend your word to where the embers be.

The sculptor reads the stone, its hidden grain,
The painter sees the canvas, stark and bare.
So listen close, let nuance ease the strain,
And speak their language, if you want them there.

Description
No echo finds in halls of deafened ears,
Words bounce and shatter, meaning lost in mist.
The salesman's charm, the preacher's holy tears,
Fall mute on ground where shadows merge and twist.

For some, the leader's trumpet is a call,
They march in step, a drum their soul's command.
For others, whispers light a flame, not gall,
A gentle touch, a heart held in your hand.

No single tongue fits every mortal frame,
No map of minds, no universal key.
Learn dialects of soul, the subtle flame,
And bend your word to where the embers be.

The sculptor reads the stone, its hidden grain,
The painter sees the canvas, stark and bare.
So listen close, let nuance ease the strain,
And speak their language, if you want them there.