This is an album of variations on a guitar figure by Briyan Frederick. bookended with a poem.
Behold the blind mime, whose silent craft doth speak
More truth than those with eyes and tongues to prate.
For gestures, mute, can paint what words do break,
And shadows light where sight hath sealed its gate.
He moves in darkness, yet the stars do know
The lines unseen upon his shadowed stage.
What man can claim his sight doth truer show,
When silent truths outlast the seer’s age?
Blind mime, thy steps do teach the crowd to see,
That vision’s depth lies not in what we view.
For those who stare and yet know not of thee,
Are blind in heart, and far more lost than you.
Where words do break, the blind mime’s craft begins,
A song of silence wrought from shadow’s thread.
With hands, he shapes the air, where speech soon thins,
And paints the truths that lips would leave unsaid.
O blind mime, thou dost weave what hearts conceal,
Where fleeting voices falter in their might.
Thy muted art doth bid the soul to feel,
And guide the wayward thought to inward light.
For words, though strong, may crack beneath their weight,
And leave the tale half-spun, its meaning torn.
Yet thou, whose craft doth lack both voice and fate,
Hast shown where hearts, though blind, may be reborn.
Thus in thy shadowed steps, the truth takes wing,
Where words do break, the silent soul shall sing.
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