If I say these pieces are meant to sing in the heart, only heart will hear what I mean. To sing and moan as memories of wind.
If I say these are poems, perhaps I am mistaken, for they are evocations and incantations and only accidentally with forms.
If I say these are forms meant to be elegant and elaborate symbols, some may hear what I mean. But they are not symbols of the mind, they come from somewhere feeling true, and have different laws.
If I say that certain senses must see sympathy before a word is set, that is just how it is for me.
If I say I am the writer, I am quite mistaken, for I transcribe only. Yet I am here now and offer my hands for this use.
If you let these pieces sing in your heart, perhaps they will sing and moan as memories of wind.