Emmett's p.o.v

You enter a world of silence with much less fanfare.

Fragile innocence, your presence is a heavensent gift.

In the absence of sound, your heartbeat sings on. Deaf,

you can't hear my voice. I care enough to open up my heart

and appreciate your artwork so called lifework. I stare into

your eyes and the future appears blurry. I am sure you will

endure a lot of criticism and hardship later on. Joy serves as

the cure for our broken hearts in the present time.