I am art-blind: my uncoordinated hands

Flail inexpertly through space – I can’t illustrate

What is when I draw answers to your emotions

Through all my stacks of talentless finger paintings.

But you prove yourself tone-deaf to my art-blindness

As the words you counter-sing to my melodies

Respond without showing due care to what I said

Even though I know quite well that you hear my song.

At least we both possess a good sense of rhythm

Beyond lyrics, beyond shapes easily described

Actions prove themselves loud in the most vibrant way

And we begin together a dance we know well.

Now you listen to me, serenade me in key

I finally see you in full technicolor

And I can begin to paint you in kinder hues

While you strum notes that are no longer discordant.

You have shown yourself tone-deaf to my art-blindness

But as we’re familiar with the same form of dance

We set our emotions free instead to movement

Reconcile in gestures and speak our art through that.