The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird...
The whales do not sing because they have an answer.
They sing because they have a song.
What matters, is not
what is written on the page,
what matters, is
what is written in the heart.
If you come to me at this moment
Your minutes will become hours
Your hours will become days
And your days will become a lifetime
To the Princess of the Elephants ()