Numba

To write in your name,
I have no other poem left,
for every poem I have ever written holds your name in its womb

Even the moon should know this,
the new-moon night grows long,
along the light of a single firefly
one can leap all the way to a star,
but you must be careful,
for even footprints
can burst into flame in an instant

I will not say the moon wept,
I will not look towards the dewdrops,
that even in a soft breeze the buds sway,
you know it, even if no one else does,
but you must be careful,
for even footprints
can burst into flame in an instant

A tender, quietly cautionary love song. The singer opens by saying he has no other poem left to write in her name, because every poem I have ever written holds your name in its womb, she is already the hidden heart of everything he has ever written. His whole art has been about her all along.

The middle mixes wonder with a gentle warning. The new-moon night grows long, and yet, he marvels, along the light of a single firefly one can leap all the way to a star, even the smallest light can carry you to something vast. But then, softly, you must be careful, for even footprints can burst into flame in an instant. Love is luminous but volatile; a single careless step can set everything alight.

The last verse is restraint and quiet knowing. He will not say the moon wept, will not look at the dewdrops, holding his own sorrow back; yet the truth slips through, that even in a soft breeze the buds sway, a tender heart trembles at the slightest touch, and you know it, even if no one else does. The warning returns once more. Sung by Janith Chandika to words by Hiran Chathuranga, composed by Tharindu Damsara, it is a delicate love song about a beloved who is the secret name inside every poem, and the careful, trembling watchfulness of a heart in love.