Silent Symphonies

There are things in life,
that I cannot help but to wonder about.
Looking in the mirror,
and seeing the other side of me that might have been.

I’m but a thinker, a dreamer.
A hoper, a wisher.
Shapes and colors are but silent symphonies,
Hands are a language of music and of sound.
Spoken words are simply gibberish.

Been born into this silent world,
I’m living a script
that I’m writing for myself.
My life is being written into a story
and I’m the narrator.
My life is nothing but a movie
and I’m the producer and director.

Forever living in this little, sweet world of mine,
It’s the only way I can keep myself from getting too lonely.
Sometimes I so long
To know what I’m missing out on.
I get confused on whether this is a gift or a curse.
I guess it’s a little bit of both.

Forever living in this little world of mine,
looking in the mirror,
seeing the other side of me that might have been.