My hidden friend, I hoped you’d find me once again, Through shadowed streets and sleepless hours, You drifted in on morning showers, And the smile that bloomed upon a stranger’s face, Felt out of place… Within the sound of happiness In restless dreams I walked alone, Among the hearts carved into stone, I heard a whisper in the rain, Soft as mercy, light as pain, And in that hush I felt the warmth of dawn, Though night goes on… There lies the sound of happiness And in the naked light I saw, A thousand souls without a flaw, Each chasing echoes through their days, In silent hope, in quiet praise, But no one dared disturb the veil of gloom, No voice in bloom… To sing the sound of happiness "Fools," said I, "you do not know that joy can bloom where sorrows grow, take the hand that trembles near, speak the word you long to hear" But my words, like teardrops fell in empty air, No one was there… To hear the sound… of happiness And the people bowed and prayed To hollow gods that joy betrayed, But still it glimmers in the skies, In children’s laughter, lovers’ sighs, And the wind that moves the silent willow trees… Still carries these… Soft notes that sound… like happiness
