"Landscape"

I can hear the songs of love,
Composed above the steps and stones,
In heads and hearts of lonely men,
In empty dips and worn out bones.

The screaming in a quiet cave,
Concealed by huge impending boulder,
When the moors are quiet of those who crave,
From this slowly a river meanders.

Yes I have heard the songs of love,
From those who never speak at all,
But silently they speak the loudest,
Words crushing like waterfalls.