Two Monkeys (Nosound)

When I was young I believed There were two monkeys here Living in the trees between my house and the sea Someone told me once that was their home But that their life was sad, because they were alone No matter how high they were climbing up the trees I observed them several times from my house here They were never at the same place For their eyes to meet As if they'd lost the will to speak and hear Their eyes always looking far toward the sea Their mouths closed in fear of what they could see Their wishes to meet disappearing with years Someone says they just lived in fear Someone told me my house is not there anymore And the trees are now season tourist shops I still think about the monkeys and their trees I tried since then not to look far toward the sea And so I missed my last change to look around And all I'm left with is the memory of the sound Of the sea and their voice in the mute summer sights Dreaming of going up high enough, Maybe on a kite No matter how high they were climbing up the trees I observed them several times from my house here They were never at the same place For their eyes to meet And then they lost the will to speak and hear Their eyes always looking far toward the sea Their mouths closed in fear Of what they couldn't see The memory of them disappearing with years Someone says they still meet every night at the pier