Tell me, passer by,
Do you notice them?
Those beings of stone and steel,
Impressions forever fixed and yet mixed.
Unmoved by our daily lives,
Almost ignorant of rain and time,
Varied by perspective and shine,
Patiently they wait for us to see their beauty.
Tell me, wandering, wondering statue,
Can you feel their gaze anew?
Can you hear their silent phrases?
Do you sense its echo within you?
