Did you read, my companion?
The note I had sent across.
His little victories were hers,
Her Congratulatory Note, she thought was his.
His eyes eager to read those,
His ears eager to hear those.
It was neither read or heard,
The note lay in the trash.
What was heard was the symphony of music,
A companion wishing more victories his way.
She will be there to wish him well,
Only his soul could hear,
Neither his ears, nor his eyes.