(You taught me well.)
There is nothing more beautiful than love, you said.
Did you know how right you were?
Beautiful. Many have called me that.
Every mirror has an opinion of its own.
Beauty left me years ago.
I did not mourn to see her depart.
She didn't help you to love me.
You are so beautiful, you used to say.
You should know.
You had the touch of gold.
I am beautiful because you loved me;
Your love brought me to life.
Some hearts are made of music.
Yours was laughter.
Rippling, silver, liquid, lovely noise.
Laughter is also among the beautiful.
I laughed for you, to make you smile.
(No one loves better than the blind man.)