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Not to hear voices, but to hear colors and the flying birds.
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Not to hear the rage of ocean, but to hear only flowers grow and the passing of time. [[applause]]

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Okay, the next one is a poem I wrote myself. To me, music is not really only for hearing people. I have a special kind of music, visual music.
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Many deaf people have this feeling for visual music -- can be different things. For me, one example is telephone wires. Strange you may think, but let's see it in the poem. This is called Eye Music.
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The eye music of the telephone wires. with the music sheets, with lines that rise and quiver. Sway and lower along with the passing of space and time.
No ears needed to hear, nor any instruments to play.
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Eyes are the ears and the piano and flute are the wires and the occasional pole is the drum.
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Here is one bold, wandering wire and now here are five dancing high and low and turns with the rhythm of the poles.
Five disappearing into one again and then a crowd overlapping quickly, and then slowly.
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So beautiful to the eye and heart.
One wonders what happens in
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