Music of stones

“I love you,” the man cried to the woman.
The wind put those words on its wings and flew away.

“I love you,” the man cried to the woman again.
The echo returned all those words to him.

She did not love him more.

He saw how she was going away along a transparent road of love.

Clouds were her companions.
She had a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

The echo of her lost love to him was playing music of stones under her feet.