I'm singing to you without a sound

A song never heard

My voice can be as you want it to be,

Soft, tender, caring, gently touching,

Smiling at you while singing,

Like on Brahms's "Liebeslieder Waltzer"...

I'm writing you a poem about feelings

I don't fully understand.

I do know, that this small country is so empty,

without your sweet sight.



I miss you so much it hearts inside

I miss you so much I can't decide anything about

how my life should look

It burns as only Israeli August heat can be.

I long to see you, never together but being friends

It won't be long until eyes will meet, as well as hands.

I'm holding you tight in my mind,

Please come back soon and be kind.


Somehow, in English it's easier to love someone

So unreachable as you will ever be

And yet,

Unforgettable more than ever...



Dafna Drucker

9/8/02