She screams out loud

But no one hears her.

She screams I have no voice But no one hears her. She shares her art with no one.Not one has seen her.Her art can only be feltShe hopes people will feel her.  So she paints letters on paperTouching, spectators say Vulnerability felt through wet paint.She's a work in progress, as are we.  She thanks every one for their presenceBut does not use her mouth.She hugs them he(art) to her(art).Written, painted, or spoken, art is art.