If lightning could speak, your name would flash and strike from his lips.

If thunder could see, your image would roar and rumble in his eyes.

If the wind could smell, your scent would blow in the sails of all good ships.

If a dark night on the Rhein could touch, your resulting smile would shame the
Star-lit skies.

If raindrops could hear, your sweet voice would refresh and inspire their dancing Show.

He is just a lost sailor, drowing in his love for sea and storm, but needing the
Quiet Light of a rainbow.