On a crystalline autumn day a butterfly dragonfly enters a flower garden. The wings of the butterfly dragonfly are imbued with a rainbow. The butterfly
dragonfly is limited to one. As there are so many flowers in the flower garden, it is hard to enumerate them. In no time, the butterfly dragonfly sits
lightly on a large leaf, takes a deep breath once, and surrender to a zephyr to the fullest.

The range of an alto voice is shaking me. You
already anticipated the primacy of auditory
sensation amongst your five senses.

The saxophone and the clarinet whisper to share
a conversation. I eavesdrop their cool
love story in the zephyr.

I love you.
I love you too.

The clarinet puts in vibrato by stealth. Saxophone is at random. The two of them do not sing on the same note at the same time. The two of us
would take turns playing the theme and variations. Having stopped putting in harmony, the autumn forcefully hugs the flower garden. There you hear
the sound of saxophone. The incessant sobbing of the zephyr.

© Ryang Suh 2014.10.28