Like the shining crystals of those majestic pearl
They rose in my heart and gathered in my eyes
Some fond memories and careless whisper of thee,
Swift as the wind and fugitive as the moon-flower
That bloom at night and by morn they die……
At the hour of the day when half-awakened birds chirp
I listen to the unspoken words of thee
A knock at the door, a little footstep on the stair
I wake up with the fondest hope from my dreams
The music stops, still echoing the sweet rhythm in my ears
Like the fresh blood, like the deep breath
It lingers in the deep corners of my heart
Fresh as the first glittering beam.
There is a strange silence around me
Too low to hear, too loud to listen
The sun goes down by dusk but the warmth lingers
The rains drums on the roof almost deafening my ears
Yes I hear the silence clear and loud this time.
