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K. 620 And the quiet speaks like Deep breathing, moving, drifting Now slow, now fast, now manic One joined, and two joined, And then singing, dancing, straining! Now quiet, slow. Play, like a cat Sneak and build like a wave Crash me, roll me, drown me Where did you go? Now sad, alone, searching In earnest for something lost, Manic again Too quiet, straining to break There... Show yourself, You who hide behind Thick curtains, sing Don't be alone, Don't be that one Rise like air and fly. If I can't, Let me at least see you. You dance like grass, Twisting and spinning Lovely small and tender. Wind is your whistle, And rain your silk. You break my heart With your quiet voice... © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |