a dumb cobbler spoke the language of the divine

that cobbler, helped someone park a car near his shop
successful in his attempts to express his thoughts.

there was no conversation - but
more than enough communication

he spoke his mind and walked his talk
was dumb, but spoke all the languages of divine

his disabilities to speak resigned.
only the purity of his soul remained.

we talk and program in many languages - often
creating vaporwares from the shapes of our mind

but not able to express our kind feelings
towards fellow humans beings.

when are we going to extend our languages ?
enabling him to speak this thoughts

not he, but we are the real dumb.
not only at words but also at the heart.