Even Words Sometimes Long to Let Go of Words

The figure of the bassoon
At the end of that middle,
Largo movement sounds almost

From a later century.
You let it trail in the air.
Sounds like it’s walking through here,

Companion to the brushy,
Feathery voice of the wind.
If only you could only

Converse with the two of them,
Wandering music and wind,
Speaking but not saying things