Hush is not a shush, lover
Change is not of force but nature
Grown from stem, and root, and sound
Like fingerlings in the mountain streams
Like the tingling of your neck rundown
Can you hear the ripple deep the vein?
Can you feel the starlight warm composed?
Will you look in my eyes and see
Yours of the possibilities found
The kind of wish we both know?
With this symphonic symbol yours
And the seconds fleeting faster than stars
Falling I give you more than another song
Which I do not own
With this I, I give you my own