Your lips are a song
No chisel can sing,
No stone can hum.
For they are love
The movement of music
Through my soul,
A duet two can play,
And I am ashamed,
For I cannot sing you
But with words.
The world it seems to me
Is deaf.
All beauty goes unsung
But for a few
In whose hearts
Beauty is fed by love
And kept alive.
I walk
With a far-off glance
No further than the memory
Of a kiss or touch.
I walk and work
My lips move, speaking to the self
And people frown and ask
"What are you saying?"
I reply
"Its just some little song
That's stumbling through my thoughts."
The world is deaf
It seems
Or will not hear
And I must sing your beauty
To myself.
Your lips ar a song
No chisel can sing
No stone can hum
Your lips are the sum
Of a sunbeam's sting
Through raindrops drizzling long
Into the day
Your lips are a song
No love could string
No dream could strum.
- Sitaram (written 1965)