Every instrument is another language
You use the same notes to say the same things but it
Sounds different in every tongue
Every key is another love
You touch the same places to show the same feelings
But each smile it inspires is unique
Give me all the love you feel comfortable giving
A teardrop full is more than enough
Tell me any story that crosses your mind
And when I hear it, I’ll make it mine
The name of this poem, written by Iku Takenaka (1904-1982), is Story:
Quietly the cloud cast its shadow,
Passing over avenues of trees, over ponds, over fields.
Enduring both joy and sadness, the cloud silently drifted on…
Then, above the sound of a single flute, the cloud stopped,
Seeking the one who played: but there was no one.
And then the cloud began again its long journey
Through the hemisphere of night, not knowing its direction.
Part of being a dreamer is understanding
that not every dream comes true
and I do
especially when it comes to you