Greetings!

    Do you hear the soft rustle

    beside your table?

    Don't bother to write

    for I'll come to you.

    Is it possible you are angry

    with me like the last time?

    You say that you don't want to see my hands,

    my hands or my eyes.

    I am with you in your bright, simple room.

    Don't chase me away

    to where the cold, murky water

    flows under the bridge.