rain

[Guest guest]

just then the sky caught sight of me,

and began weeping too,

a howling storm broke out,

mingling with my own howls and,

the howls of everyone who happened,

to be alone in this city.

Until a whistle split the city in two,

and died away at my feet,

allowing the old-fashioned sound of a cembalo,

to appear clearly,

leading me through the night,

to the interior of a silent house -

a house were my mother dwells.