Blow… wind, blow
me high
I’m a piece of
brownish leaf
Blow me high
If music is for
joy, may I feel it
If music is also
for sorrow, may I feel it too
Why, time, are you
always so heartless?
Please… please
stay, don’t leave…
Can you hear?
There are notes
out there…
Joy? Or sorrow?
Or simply no one
cares?
Are they moving
too fast or too slow?
Are they too sharp
or too low?
Or there is simply
no one to see the show?
Oh, time, please
stay, don’t go…
Teach me how to
breathe
So that I can blow
and
Let go