whispers of the world

Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

"What language is thine, O sea?"
  "The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?"
   "The language of eternal sunlight."

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

~Rabindranath Tagore