Earl Leonard Langguth
My ears are now my eyes.
Alert to grasp the softest, slightest sound
Especially those sords yet whispered low,
So that my hungry mind may grasp the scene
I need to picture so that I might know
How things begin and end, and in between,
Create those portraits bright, precise, profound,
To make alive all that brief words convey,
Replacing what my eyes cannot portray.
My ears must be my eyes.