In my room at night

I hear the wind.

It blows just right at intervals

Over bamboo I've cut

And stuck into the mud.

It makes a tone as somber as

The hollowed out bamboo,

A simple monotone.

I have seen the light with you.

It refracts from somewhere in your soul.

It bends and blows around the backyard

Of my bamboo hut,

Calling me out to play.

I will come and listen to you sing.

I will sit with my chin on my knees

Until I catch the rhythm of your heart,

And then I will dance with it.

-jenn