Keys treeIf I am uncertain
of who I am
I play music.
I am not the music
I am the one who listens
In the notes I hear my home,
like the scent of Jasmine
in the summer wind.

Music is not who I am
it is where I am
as if, on my path in life,
I have come upon this magnificent view
And I have no need
to go any further for a while.

Music plays me
in its longing for the light.
I am never alone when I play –
for the spirits listen also
They come so close.
We breathe the same air,
share the same visions
and we listen together
in grace.