Of hymns that will never be heard;
Drops of tears as they hit the table;
Stomps of both feet on the ground;
Hands clasped to its own.
Of the air's outburst;
The biting of one's lips;
Shriek of cries;
Cover the mouth, quick!
Of long panting;
Cradle the hurt;
Lips dared to be sealed;
The fingers - they tap!
Shoo!
