The Stone

As I walked through some gardens bright and dense

And I wandered pondering senselessly

Lately, I was frightened at nights, didn’t make sense,

And felt the presence of a soul relentlessly.

This happened to me, and I would freeze

There was some evil around me I could tell

But now since days aplenty this feeling ceased

The evil distressed me no more; I wore a magician’s spell

Now in the noon of spring I wandered on more,

The magician said, ‘The evil spirit will be so sore…’

Pleasant were now the days, I was finally at peace
I would continue through my life at my own ease

As I walked further, silent, happy but alone,
A beautiful song kissed my ears, it was unknown.
I searched the source in the fragrant breeze

Stunned; the song I saw, was being sung by a stone.

A stone, I repeated to myself, singing such a beautiful song?

It’s filled with words of love for sure, but also pain

The stone stopped singing, after completing the song

When it saw me glance at it, it silenced; it hid its talent in vain

‘Hail you,’ I said ‘I wish to not call you a stone.

‘Such a beautiful song, how are you able to sing’, I asked

It remained silent for a while, but then it spoke
‘A soul moved from here’, it said, ‘singing this song.

‘She was a soul, was pure, her feelings were noble and strong.

‘Hearing her song, I awoke from nature’s permanent sleep,

‘Never have I heard a voice, a cry for love so very deep

‘She sought love of a human and followed him everyplace

‘But it seemed every chance of meeting him, forever got erased.

‘Still in love she was, crying out his name, without blame;

‘What I heard over and over; Nathan was his name.’

As I heard this, on my knees I fell, aghast at such love

When it made a stone sing, it has to be true.

Something then dawned on me from the heavens above,

That Nathan was my name, and she was the evil, who I bid adieu,

Since years I have thrown the spell out and looked for her,

But never have I found such love, which made a stone shed a tear.