Nameless Song The roof sounded; tiny rocks have fallen hailing from the sky, The blowing

wind whistling a tune of a lonesome lullaby And out of the silence came A bewildering sound that cannot be named I tiptoed in the silken asphalt; astonished by the pouring grains Of pain, fear, anguish hope? Desiring to dance to the tune that never was known Not hoping for the sunlight that cannot be long And there I found joy humming with the nameless song.