Sorry, picture kind-of skewed.
My mother lost her eyesight from a detached retina in the 60’s. A tragedy, because my mother was a pianist, a poet and an artist. She could do none of those things after she lost her sight. (or, at least, she thought she couldn’t)
Saint Cecelia by Lois Jean Guthrie
Cecelia, were your sightless eyes so bent
Upon the keyboard or raised heavenward
That Eros, when his fierce wings beat against your heart
Was denied admission until mind and song
Had tamed him to angelic memory?