Music

I could smear into

the sound of flute and drums

that form a euphony

composed by deft fingers and keen ears

Like the sound of sunrise glow

full-moon dusks

and roses’ bloom

And so, blooms my heart

Carefully crafted notes

In which linger the scent

Of the highest

Fiery songs that speak

A thousand languages

Without speaking at all

Like thickened sweet milk and rice

on my tongue

the music pleases

the taste buds of my ears

and then I want to become

and scatter like that fountain mist

The grace filling dawdles,

with my heart singing;

How I wish I could merge

How I wish I could