A little pebble
Falls in a silent pond
Stirring the layers beneath
Creating turmoil in the water.
The layers exchange place
The crystal clear water of the top
Goes down deep beneath,
Replacing the muddy mingled water
That stands on the top
To retain its clarity again.
It is now that the experience is undergone
It is now that the heart feels it.
It is now that the heart expresses
Its feelings through the words
That are universal like music.
This music of heart is poetry