You, without.

You speak words
That have no voice,
You sing songs
Without a melody.

You write,
Without a sentence
And you paint
Without a brush.

You dance
Without a rhythm,
And you cry
Without a single teardrop.

For you understand nothing,
Even as you know everything.
You lack vision,
Even as your eyes
See all that lies before you.

We want to hear your voice, your melody
We want to see your art, read your words
We want to feel the beat as you dance
We want to share in a pain you seldom feel.

I wish you could understand.
I wish you could see.
What little, what very little
Hope.