See the same things every day.
Never seen another way.
Persons pictured perfectly distant.
Lovely glowing bluish hue.

Fingertips coordinated,
dancing words unspoken.
Silent rhythm syncopated,
communication broken.

No one speak.
No one see.
No one hear a thing.

Watch the markings find themselves,
when words are ready to appear.
Speak to them without a sound,
shallow waters never fear.