You hear me, right?
You have always heard me.
Where are you?

Who are you?
I hear you but I don't know you.
I am here right in front.

No you are lost.
I see you, you don't.
Look at the sky now.
Pitch black with thousands of stars,
And a crescent moon fading with time.
There is a narrow path between them,
Between a set of stars.
Though a part of the same sky,
They are separate from each other
By an invisible path.
Do you see?

Yes, I do.
But why must I be concerned?
Distances lie between each star.
What's so new?
Enjoy the dark void which allows
The shine of those twinkling stars.

And once again I smile at her.
She is a star, I am a star too.
But who is the sky, the black sky
Of which we both are a part of?
Spaces, distance, what do I know about that?
We are one.

Did I hear you speak something?
Who is one?
Why do you sound almost inaudible?
I remember your loud voice as a child.
Why do you whisper now?

Alas, my friend,
The spaces between us doesn't let you hear me.
Look at the stars and the endless dark void.
Find a way.
We both must.