Who told you you don’t speak too much? I have seen your eyes— When they see me, They speak a new language, A language only you and I know. A language that starts with silence, Ends with silence, Filled with silence, yet never silent. Eyes to eyes, beside the lake in moonlight, Where I can see your beautiful gaze, Where the river’s shadow tries to understand the water But it never gets wet— Like your language, spoken Yet never heard by ears.