all is so discordant,
i crave the music
that you alone make.
i miss the reed bed
and long solely for it.
the song, the reed plays,
is the song that plays within
as i hear the dark silence
that is without.
thanking you for your music,
otherwise, i would remain
in this madhouse, reedless.~
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
16jan07
