bamboo beginning

gurgle
like a chuckle
tinkle
and my smile
spreads over the page
trickles down
to the ground
where i used to be

the sounds
of bamboo hanging
clonking each other
into sporadic music
reading the notes
whispered on the breeze
awakening warmth
renewing hope

in time
being out of time
will sit just nicely
and the dampness
the melancholy
will no longer
dull my simple tune
because spring is coming