I was silent for ages
stone in the courtyard to be walked on while you doted on the flowers
Well now this stone is sprouting
petals and voice all in one
but you step anyway
never looking down for the sake of the screamer
You tell yourself that the stone has always been a stone
it will always be a stone
no need to water it
no need to touch its petals
it has never needed anything
I just didn't ask
so the miracle at your feet stays a stone
because I tried to be a flower
I tried to be more than I was
but it didn't matter
and it never will
