Tell me, upon a stilled solace,
Beneath, when the bringing moon
Brings its tears
Afloat, upon our arms.
Tell me who you love
While I weep aloud this song
To the utmost rain
That falls atop our cheeks.
Tell me, while I cry
Each bedeviled tear to the sun,
And receive no warmth.
Tell me, while I play an organ,
As my heart sits on my lap.
Tell me, as I play the notes of the harp on heartstrings.
I will recede to the grave,
Like waters that travel backwards
From the shore,
If you do not tell me.