A deaf blind poet

I once met a deaf-blind poet,
Deficit in language and speech,
Having a diminished lack of auditory response to sound.
But sees in blurs, a varying degree of distortion.

Irrespective of his state,
He is not ashamed of his visual impairment,
He perceives this as a mere physical challenge,
Not as a debilitating or end of joy.

He does not need acute supervision,
To familiarize himself in a new place
or learn new technology,
Because he is more aware of his environment,
And have more mastery than they are given credit for.

He is posed with the problem of visual direction,
Difficulty with oral expression,
Social and interpersonal skills,
Becomes easily frustrated if his needs are not met.

He wishes to be treated the same as everybody,
And not as people with a condition,
He yearns for unsolicited, extra assistance,
Which will make him feel something better.

Who will help a deaf-blind poet,
Buy groceries and count his money,
Picking up something he dropped,
And taking over carrying their stuff.

He will snap his finger or click his tongue,
To bounce sound waves off objects,
A skill often associated with bats,
Which uses echolocation when flying.

He engages with his environment as any other human.
He loves poetry but can not express it in vocal words,
He takes his pen and begins to pen down this story in this style.
Producing words that sound like the melodious music of the heart.