From The Inside Out
(An Autistic View)

The autistic child's fingers fly across the keys releasing inaudible syllables
of joy, floating upward between his fingers.

He tilts his head slightly
to catch the reflection
of the lyrical words,
melting into his ears, secretly
soft bubbles.

My teacher round lips release
a question, "sing, sing, sing" repeated in his head, an echo.
He shows me the notes
clinging to his breath.

This room is my blanket.
This day is my hug.
Hold the love from my eyes.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer

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