Sometimes we find ourselves intimately involved with someone yet unable to
speak the words we want to say. We wonder if it is true what the other person
may be thinking. And, at times like this, if we are "looking in" on such
silent communication, we often hope that both observers are in tune with the
possible harmonies of their spirits.

I see the moon in "If We Could Speak" to be in much the same kind of setting
as it balances so beautifully atop the canyon. Without words, it gazes out
into the deep valley as if linked somehow in silent conversation with the
comet. Both are frozen in time apparently apart from all other external
observers. And, in an intimate conversation of their own, they express a deep
wanting to each say what possibly could be said -- if only they "could
speak."