 from or when my journey will end yet as I gaze upon this river I surrender to this very moment as I enter a dream have you not heard his silent steps he comes comes ever comes every moment and every age we and I met on 30 June 1936 we got married on the 10th July 1940 it is had you in concert that put her on the map of the world catch it yes oh get the pallavi pond on the Ash 음 the day paranel Anjadirinam pavangat panjai parrandhidu, aagayal minje. Strong but gentle, like her sculpted music that vibrates through the soft air, taking me back through the corridors of time. It is still and silent, but the stones speak of the poet king of Tanjavur. In the padams and javlees of Brinda, lyrics whisper in unseen antlets, a glance of farewell. In the night the song came to me, but you were not there. Will I ever see you again? In the night the song came to me, but you were not there. Will I ever see you again?