When sorrows cloud your eyes
and you can’t see beyond darkness,
there is something still to feel
if even all your senses are shut down,
since all the human soul consists of
is just over-sensitivity
that never must be silenced or shut down;
for feelings are life’s definite necessities
without which you can’t love or live.
That sensitivity is brought to some acuteness
by the sense and sensitivity for music,
a perfect ear discerning any smudge
disturbing the ethereal harmony and order.
Over-sensitivity is therefore not to be disdained
but rather cultivated and respected
as the very essence of a living soul
more capable of feelings, sight and hearing
than all lying senses of a mortal body.