Meeting Benches World art in all forms
IF YOU DO NOT SPEAK
If you do not speak, I will fill my heart of your silent, and I will bear it. I’ll stay here stop to wait, as the starry night in his wake, with his head bowed down, patient. But the morning comes, the shades of night will vanish, and your voice in golden streams will flood the sky. So, your words in song take wing, from all my birds’ nests, and thy melodies will sprout like flowers, all the trees of my forest.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
