Somewhere deep in my heart a love burns for you,
Still unsettled within my breast,
Longing for a better understanding of your soul.

With a simple gesture,  time and time again, you've swept me off my feet,
Yet somehow with every passing day,
Our fates seem to drift farther from what I have dreamt.
This drift, though small, seems a mass so grand,
I feel as if my only choice is to watch as time runs away.

But as I watch those precious moments trickle by,
I can only marvel at how wonderful you have made my existence.
With every day, you've shown me the wonders of my own soul,
And I am left to wonder what lies inside your own intentions?

And though I may feel as if our time is nearly spent,
I also know from within that fire deep in my breast,
That our paths have not crossed for a final time,
But have only drifted apart,
A missed stitch in a tapestry much more grand than you or I can see.

I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so—
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!

“Promise to remember”
said the fish to the sea.
“Keep all the stories
And tell them to me.”

“Promise to be patient”
said the sea to the land.
“When I lose hope,
lend me a hand”

“Promise to love me”
Said the land to the wind.
“Give to me daily
and never rescind”

“Promise to stay”
said the wind to the sky.
“Be with me always;
don’t ever die”

“Promise to help me”
said the sky to the man.
“Whenever I need you,
do what you can”

But the man didn’t hear.

So, the sky in his need
Left the wind all alone.

And the wind hated land.
And the land became stone.

The sea lost all hope
And forgot every tale.

So fish are all silent
thanks to man’s epic fail.

Silence.
The typing of a computer.
A piano next door.
The clicking of a mouse.
The tap running, the toilet flushing.
Distant chatter from the house across the street.
A car on the road.
Footsteps.
The slow ceasing of a motor engine.
A dog barking.
The setting down of a briefcase.
The removing of shoes.
A chair being dragged across the floor.
A hand, patting another hand.
A man, singing in the night time.
Bare feet against a staircase.
The door opening.
The lightswitch.
The door closing.
Silence.