The sounds of water

The sound of water

from where it comes, to where it runs.

Heaving as it passes under the bridge.

Murmuring in the brook on the green.

Roaring as it falls down from the height.

Dripping in the underground reservoir.

Merry go around over the mill.

Silent in the azure coloured pond

in the middle of the old house

where the golden fish chase each other

endlessly.

Silent and stale in the shallow well

somewhere in Africa

where children stand patiently

under the scorching sun

buckets in hand to get their fill.

Silent and swollen in the rice fields of the northern regions

Drip drops hidden under my lashes

and the music of all waters

waiting to play when my patience

runs out.