Beauty of Silence

If you don't know to whom I dedicated 

and from whom I had the inspiration 

and under what impetus/circumstances 

I wrote such a moving, flowing minor masterpiece, 

then what else can I say? 

Of things we cannot speak, 

we must remain silent, 

for sound will spoil and soil 

the beauty of the sentiment. 

There are some things 

that cannot travel on the wings of words. 

They can only be understood 

by heart to heart, eyes to eyes, 

while our steam of breaths mingle and float upwards 

in the stillness of winter air

and unspoken words remain in our hearts

the words that say, yes, I do care,

now, and forever, ever and ever

Wissai