If I have life to live
I will learn music.
I will play a stringed instrument:
an oud, a laúd, a Mali harp,
a banjo, charango, Okinawan sanshin,
a samisen, an Ainu tonkori
and a harp.
I will be a street musician, and I
will play in cafes and concert halls.
I will take up the flute, kena, shakuhachi,
Irish tin whistle and Andean panpipes.
No one who hears me
will be able to sit still.
Their feet will move, smiles will appear unbidden
and people with no voice for singing
will burst into song.
Fingers will tap on gourds and drums,
birds will join in, and the wind,
sighing through weeping cherry trees
will wrap everyone in a
heady cherry blossom scent.
— Sapporo, May 19th 2011