Painting on Xuan paper, 84 x 60 cm, 2005
One tune, one melody is heard
In music that’s been improvised.
An old man, bending to the bird,
Sings out the same song with his eyes.
Enframing their duet, a pine
Brings them together in accord.
And heeding symbols of the time,
I listen in, without a word.
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