dear breeze

whetting your wings
on the tabla's creek
playing hide and seek around
the flute's holes
checking your pulse with the bass
sedating yourself with sitar strings
bowing to the prayer bells of the dancers'
anklets and joining
in the show of hands
by the audience…
how beautifully you give
and receive yourself
in so many ways

let me not use you
to praise you
in a song

I'll just write it down
quietly for you
to read