Once,
I heard you sing...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

I thought I knew
my place in the world...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...

Your words,
when they came as whispers...

Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...

In water and echoes,
I swim and swallow...