No one knows why the poet cry br How could they br The world has never seen a bird cry br Poets cry anyway br Long stream; high tides br The tears of a poet forms a line br In every stanza a nightingale delivers br br The tears of a poet is a liquid rhyme br They flow freely with Iambic meter br Like sonnet in the theatre; br Like good in a channel of plenty br br A poet is a prophet of art br Art is nature br The tears of a poet is a mass of intellectual vapour br Floating on his mind br br The price of a poet is service br His pride; humility, his tears; respect br For poetry is service, humility, respectbr br Matthias Pantaleonbr br