Where the water pours from a hidden spring and hurries on,
where the river flows on its bed and calmly carries on,
where the delta spreads its fingers wide and long,
there is a stream endless as the sea.
As the sea arrives at the shore and waves with fluency,
as the water comes, returns to sea unceasingly
as the surface hides the depths we cannot see,
as there are tides, there is a time to be.
Let me hear your voice as you speak the tongues of sundry lands.
You know worlds of words that like rivers stir the shifting sands.
There are sounds unheard I seek to understand.
Teach me the words that say who you are.
Who you are is like a new melody that seeks a song.
In the world of yours are tunes I long to sing along.
Come and play, till I hear how the tones belong.
Teach me the songs that sing of who you are.
Say, how can the spring know the journey?
Tell how can the river, can the sea know its source?
Lest the water sings us a story.
Lest rain come and bless what the sea receives.
The sea receives our songs, all the words and sounds of waves and tides.
And as the music speaks, we sense the life the sea provides.
Let our singing be a prayerful litany.
Endless the song, endless the sounding sea.
Endless the words, endless the sounding sea.
Endless the tides, endless the sounds of sea.
For Niki & Mirek. To the melody of ‘Nocturna en Tres’ by Mirek Walton