The wall of music, in dark sounds of green
The noisy world, beyond what is seen
The Bat’s sonic view, of the musical sky
Of echoes of creatures, fleeting by
Images and shades, of pitch and tone
Sonograms of life, and obstacles unknown
A puff of speech in grey-scale of silence
Colorless minds in harmonic resonance
Redness of red and the blueness of
blue
The Qualia of life; a mystical brew
You may look ; and you may even see
But a blinded bat can you ever be ?
