Listening is my way of talking
to the one that I love.
She keeps talking through winds, clouds, naked branches,
and even with snows and rains!
Then I listen to her
with my palms folded in prayer
with my eyes closed
with my hearts beating
and with all the joys of remembrance of my friends
Ah, the frozen winter lake
becomes the channel of dialogue
between the water down and the sky up
And I know when the spring comes
This lake will be melting and talking to be in The Chorus
Till then my friends
embrace this silence
be in this coldness
Love that is hotter than fire comes!