The deaf girl was signing on her phone
To a friend who lived in another town
Hail the pink blossom
It decorates the trees
Spring is here
The deaf girl was called Antonia
And she came from a small farm
Lost on the great plains
At the age of seven
The long silence had caused her to become deaf
Hail the fertile earth
It decorates the sky
Spring is here
A blind musician
Whispered in to her ear
Feel the vibrations
Feel the vibrations
Feel the vibrations of the spring
The deaf girl caressed the eyelids of the blind musician
Who had never seen the sun
My name is Antonia
I have never heard the wind
You have never seen the sun
Decorating the spring trees
She placed the blind musician’s fingers on to the low blossoms
Feel its tender velvet colour
In this light
Never duller
The blind musician smiled
He cupped his hands over the deaf girl’s silent ears
Hear the winds oh Antonia
Travelling vast distances
Before arriving here
The blind musician opened his eyes
And saw the orchard spring splendid
He removed his hands from the deaf girl’s ears
Listen oh Antonia
Listen for the spring birds
On the high winds clear
The blind musician looked at scudding clouds
As they crossed the hollow sun never seen
The girl no longer deaf
Listened as the music of the newest season
Cast away its winter woes