As I sit here all alone
The sun hanging over the hill
And the lake with its water still
The sunlight's pride is in display
While the modest water has little to say
I see the sunlight touch the water's surface
Giving the water a glimmering face
I don't hear anything except murmuring
Of water and wind
What is this whispering?
A quiet talk that can go easily missing
In the noise inside your head
What a secret it is?
But I'm sorry I cannot tell
For a secret is a secret
And I'll take it with me to the grave
When I'm dead
Quite so loud when properly heard
And if not heard through sharp ears
It will go with the wind
To your heart unheard
And to your mind unsaid.