My room and the vastness around it Awake in the oncoming night.
I am a string stretched taught across resonating distances. All things are the body of the violin filled with murmuring darkness.
There, grieving women lie down to dream. There, the resentments of generations surrender to sleep.
A silver thread, I reverberate. Then, all that’s underneath me comes to life. And what has lost its way will By my vibrant sounds Be at last brought home And allowed to fall endlessly Into the depthless source.