Listen to the nightly wind caressing the trees,
the sea brume waiving in the sand at dusk,
and the mountain dew gliding through the morning mist ...
They whisper to me about you ...
It\'s a symphony played by the angels in the sky joining me in my solitude ...
A solitude that forces me
To listen to this beautiful melody sung by the elements.
Solitude that rises within my soul which seeks consolation in thought.
A thought that tells me about you,
And reminds me of you in verses ...
Verses you might never read,
But you\'ll always listen to
in the harmony of the night in silence ...