When tears grow bigger
do they become dripstones?
You know, like in those caves after fifteen years
dripping drop by drop and freezing
Frozen as they flow
You’d be surprised at how that stone lives
In a cave lined with dripstone stalactites
I have seen the heart of the stone
Drop by drop it was beating, growing
Touching was forbidden, the human hand
doesn’t always heal
The sweat pricking from our palms
will prove in fact the stone’s killer
When the finger touches it
It will petrify just like that
Someone sweating against my palm
once was my killer too
As my love flowed out drop after drop
from the stone
                       where I’d hung
                                                           I broke