Enigmatic Box of Sound

No sight to see the world yet I can feel it on the very tips of my fingers.
Deaf to every word spoken yet able to speak in an entirely different way
Scarred yet appearing to radiate nothing but a beauty unlike any other.
Losing footing yet still able to cross the roads of the world freely.
Without guidance at arm's reach yet understood through the window of the soul.

And each one singing their own song in harmony to become one with another.
Nothing like becoming their own music box to draw an enigma to themselves.
Enter Wiosna.
And leave with a heart rebuilt from nothing but a desire to cling onto hope.