Unspoken, expressed yet hidden
To be searched, researched and understood
Without voice to guide and lead your way
To recognize one beneath its hood
Like music, just music in your player
No singer to aid its unbroken flow
Drums and guitars, harp and piano
Singing song of blues, romance and hero
Just sound, just gestures
Just unconveyed yet conveyed feel
Just voice some where hidden amongst
Of emotions, eruption, victory and kneel
Expression that fight to hide
The words that eyes scream as cry
They hide, they sing and blow big
But fail everytime they attempt a lie
The expression, a music of its own
For you to know what they mean
To interpret the song with no words
And to sing with voice that is SEEN
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