“When the birds sing, do they call to the flowers in the fields, or are they speaking to the trees, or are they echoing the murmur of the brooks? For Man with his understanding cannot know what the bird is saying, nor what the brook is murmuring, nor what the waves whisper when they touch the beaches slowly and gently.
Man with his understanding cannot know what the rain is saying when it falls upon the leaves of the trees or when it taps at the window panes. He cannot know what the breeze is saying to the flowers in the fields.
But the Heart of Man can feel and grasp the meaning of these sounds that play upon his feelings. Eternal Wisdom often speaks to him in a mysterious language; Soul and Nature converse together, while Man stands speechless and bewildered.
Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?
Daughter of the Soul of Love
Vase of bitterness and of Love
Dream of the human heart, fruit of sorrow
Flower of joy, fragrance and bloom of feeling
Tongue of lovers, revealer of secrets
Mother of the tears of hidden love
Inspirer of poets, composers, architects
Unity of thoughts within fragments of words.”
– Kahlil Gibran, Of Music, The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran (p. 484-485)