You told me of your dreams, always in black and...
Distant, with faded outlines, finally turning to...

Beauty can fade
like a tainted rose, or...

Down you ran:
shining, beaming, dancing...

I still miss you when the rooster calls,
Waking me up to leaves that fall...

When I grow old and frail
and become lost among the world’s many trails...

In the times we met,
We would always stay silent...

Streams after streams of silk, you knitted -
Like a solemn harpist...

I'd lean on you
and you on me...

Once,
I built you every winter...

It all came, as the wind comes,
a silence too deafening for mortal ears...

You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...

Once,
I heard you sing...