Without You

Without you,

I’m the aimless wind sailing through a flute,

A mere sound, a gust of air,

A grating noise,

A noise among many other noises.

But sometimes, when you quietly come and surround me,

Gather me, like folds in a cloth, like crinkly skin drawn around loving eyes,

The breath that floats through the open holes of the flute,

Is sweeter than the promise of love.

Its enchantment of another world.

All is lost.

I only know the song I've become.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof