An instrument that tracks the wandering word

An instrument that tracks the wandering word
across the heavens, the instruments we use
to represent ourselves. The architectures
of the churches, shrines, and temples, of

her body in the light. See how the spirit
moves through her limbs? See how breath articulates
the lover's separation? How can I make
her into music? The flowers are instruments

of color and of fragrance, I see her hair
dance in the wind. The water becomes a mirror
for the sky as the song becomes a mirror

for the soul. I can hear the trembling sound
she makes when she is vibrated, the sighs
that aren't words but communicate something.