There's a rhythm in the silence

That you can't seem to hear.

The drumbeat of the quiet

Resounds within my world.

I want so much to show you

That there are ways to hear

Without the ears; and ways, too,

To speak without one's mouth.

My language I would show you,

But I can't make it clear,

For I don't know your language;

There seems no common ground.

So show me how to touch you,

A place we both can reach,

And we'll learn each other's language

And play each other's drum.