These are words of a blind guy, talking to his bird. How do you feel about it?

Sunday, July 20
What’s that in your voice makes me turn to you? What’s that makes me hypnotized, not knowing what to do? Make me feel like holding you close, giving away everything to hear your laughter chimes around me. Tell me what fills the air when you’re near; how do you shake my heart caressing my hand. Don’t tell me anyone else could do it! I’m not buying that. Call out my name; the rhythm is saying so much. & don’t run; it’s here; it’s me!