Bamboo

A grove of bamboo—
The rustle of the leaves against each other.
The hollow clank of the reeds hitting one another—
The sounds of lovely calmness.
Music.

A solo reed of bamboo—
No leaves to rustle against.
No reeds to tap against.
The sound of profound loneliness.
Silence.

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