tonight the lonely woman sits beside the sea again her feet are too small and her hands too gentle 

 

 

she speaks about what is missing and she recalls what she cannot find 

 

she likes the song of the empty shells the hermit crabs are too clumsy for her

 

her hair falls on the rocks and she begins to shed some tears

 

the sea keeps on waving, signalling as though sending the message

 

‘ please don’t i have so much salt inside my belly’

 

but the lonely wom-an keeps on crying and she cannot be stopped

 

the sea is mute and the lonely woman is deaf 

 

the tree says they make a good pair and someone says further 

 

they can, who knows, without a hitch, live happily ever after