"A song sung through bamboo can be surprising"

Through Bamboo

a sonnet for someone

I sing a song through a bone-flute of bamboo
As curling upward my voice like smoke rising
Emboldened sings about love and me and you
A song sung through bamboo can be surprising

Some people talk too much as they come and go
But you and I have talked enough now that we
Know each other so well we already know
Transcending what could be said we would just be

Tender feelings are projected on the clouds
By the pink-and-purple setting sun below
Beckoning us rise up there above the crowds
Of people who will never know what we do

Curling upward our voices like smoke rising
Our song sung through bamboo will be surprising

+Steven Curtis Lance



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