Melody

I sat through endless lessons, But couldn’t understand them. Still, I took classes every night because my parents planned them. The pictures in my books Show all the ways they taught me. But I would never sing or play, Due to what fate had brought me. They took me to a doctor. He said, “He has lost his hearing.” The diagnosis that he gave was one that they were fearing. My parents were despairing. To me, it did not matter. I saw and felt the music now without the noise and chatter. My parents shouldn’t worry There’s music all around me now.