A Santoor
April 14, 2008
Each crash of the santoor
strikes the sorest spots
crackled nerves flash with pain
muscle memory still tender
Each plink of the santoor
stirs up dried ash
fuel for a sad flame
drizzle against the windowpane
Each note of his santoor
louder than my drum
beats so hollow
April 19, 2008 at 6:39 pm
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April 20, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Very moving… beautifully described. I hear the ney as well as santur.