And Muztagh answered in his own way,
without sound or emphasis, but giving his love to Langur Dass,
a love as large as the big elephant heart from which it had sprung.
“But what about when we are dead and gone,
will you love me then, does love go on?”
Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night,
at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright.
“Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow,
some of the stars died a long time ago.
Still they shine in the evening skies,
for you see, Small, love like starlight never dies. . . .”
No Matter What