[Gurdit]

Friends. Strangers. People I don't know, people I love. Through silence, I hear you speak, your words arranged like flowers in a garden. My breath gets taken away by the beauty. Every thought you plant blossoms in my head, giving rise to emotions and feelings that come all that once, making me confused. All at once, I am honoured, delighted, happy beyond belief and then frustrated beyond anger. I want to be here in your garden, and yet I seek to run away. Behind a tiny flower plant of my own, I hide myself. There's nothing to show, but there's so much to say. Here, by myself, I speak in whispers, so that no one hears but me.