raindrops roll down the slope of sky
and bounce back to the air from the seesaw of grasses
i am a raindrop, a note
detached from a tapestry of symphony
leap on leaf-keys
each leaf opens its eye
at the moment the raindrop touches
i am a raindrop, a note
a drop of birdsong dripping from the void
no vase can hold it
finally, the raindrop lands the ear of sea
undersea there are shells listening
my death is the tiny bloom
of a liquid flower
no vase can hold the flower
in a nonexistent canoe, in a coffin
open in all directions
i slip deep into the black forest
of dreams