A quiet night holding a watchman captive
A love song waiting for a troubadour
A profound silence pushed open the door
A destined sound rustled the wind awake
 
Before he sang, who knew
Before he prayed, who knew
Before he loved, who knew
Before he hoped, who knew

A soft sound emitted from hung stars
A mellow baritone reverberated harmony
A fragrant waterfall capturing a heartbeat
A hidden splendor opened to one
 
Because he came, I saw
Because he loved, I heard
Because he hoped, I prayed
Because he sang, I hoped

And who am I and who is he
A troubadour's splendor song
A watchman's open door
A fragrance filled the universe

April 27, 2006