Listen

Listen to how this flute is telling 

its story of separations,  complaining 

To tell you the tale, of the pain of longing 

I first need a chest in pieces from yearning 

Whoever is left far from their roots

Will seek to regain the day they connect

I joined and I moaned with many a group

Mingled with both the happy and sad 

Friendship they sought For I shared what they thought 

But they never did seek the deep secrets I keep 

My secrets are not far from my cry

But they lack discernment the ear and eye