In the whispering hours of dawn,
When the world is asleep,
When the heart and the soul and the mind
Is quieter than Silence itself,
When everything is peaceful,
With no indication of Life's storm...
A lone nightingale begins to sing.

The notes echo through the heart-aching silence
High and low, far and wide.
Quiet and loud all at once,
As if Darkness and Light,
As if Good and Evil,
As if Life and Death,
Have become one with the music,
Have become one with the little bird, a tiny drop in the vast ocean,...