Soft light scatters in an empty room, and silence, layered thick on pale gray, is broken by a stirring whisper. Roaming deserts, castiing dune upon dune -- and barren, dry, incapable of life -- are touched by the bloom of a desert flower. Still lakes, that cast their magic spell, bring hush to the valley and forest all around; now a stone falls, and the dance of life resumes. The great heavens, whose stars attend their place in time and guide travelers by their constant role, become backdrop to a streak of light -- proving even the heavens are playful. And me, in my somber life, where parched soil suffices for a heart: you are the spring rain, the fertile wind, the end to my interminable winter -- you brought life, where hope of life had been lost.