Oh! that I could understand
The language with which nature performs its' symphonies.

The wind is the conductor
Leading each leaf and blade of grass into harmony
They whisper God - sent answers that my soul is seeking
Stars, the heavens, illuminate each performance as crickets
            philharmonically prepare.
The raindrop curtain falls at the finale.

Yet, I understand only what I see and feel
And now what I can hear.

The Old Woman sits in the chair
Who would care?
About the dull burning for someone
The eternal flame teetering out.

Children play fast, laughing games
The hands of lovers are welded
Old eyes long through filmed glass
Memories race back; then quickly return
The present is void
No tears, no laughter

The Old Woman sits in the chair
Who would care ?