The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb

Curiously, I once heard music
where there was none!
this I perceived when
-two deaf and dumb,
young lovers were caught-up
in an all embracing kiss.
After which they spoke in sign,
by so much implicit recollection--that
I myself; could clearly, understand,
each phrase of intangible air
each semaphore
each nuance of elicit breath;
and whilst I silently stood, there…
I swear I saw their beauty,
prelude in an almost atmospheric, light!
And oh I'm sure the aurora-borealis
invoked my hearts delight!
To see that the music of one's
love is deaf and dumb,
but never is it blind,
to the heart of its sum!