Love, I take your picture
but don’t remember how you smell
Filter your smile through pixels
but can’t hear your voice so well
I have two choices in experience
And that is to see so I can tell
or to work for other seers
and make a wordless spell

But I know a girl who chooses
who sees, but feels in kind
She makes and shows the beauty
without losing half her mind
She writes her song in pictures
While still talking to the wind
She walks the like of experience
My talented, two-world friend