The Stone's Song ~

The brook flowed over the stone.

A song gurgled in their throats,

the twosome loving 

their serene place in the sun.

Then the brook rolled the stone 

along in it's flow,

the stone could have dug in,

but it let itself go.

Further and further

the stone was led, 

deeper and deeper 

in the stream's depth,

until it reached a plane 

where there was no light, 

no sound, no song, 

just the brook's sightless eyes.

And a silence instead of 

a heart's song. 

(And she asked him 

"Nowadays, why are you so quiet?")