The Song Beyond the Mist.

Where jade-green mountains kiss the sky,And silver waterfalls descend,A lonely flute begins to sigh,Its melody the clouds attend. The crane wings cross the morning blue,Like dreams that wander far and free,While mist conceals the world from view,And pine trees bow beside the sea. Her flowing robes embrace the breeze,Her flute speaks softly to the stone,The […]

Where the Mist Meets the River.

Where ancient pagodas touch the sky,And mountain clouds drift slowly by,The river wears the moon’s pale light,A silver path through endless night. The bamboo flute begins to sigh,A lonely song beneath the sky.Its tender breath, its quiet tone,Awakes the dreams of hearts alone. The guzheng strings like raindrops fall,Their gentle echoes softly call.Through misty peaks […]

The Dream of the Bamboo Flute.

Beneath the veil of mountains blue,Where clouds embrace the skies,A lonely flute sings soft and true,While ancient rivers rise. The bamboo breathes a silver song,The moonlight fills the stream,And drifting mists move slow along,Like fragments of a dream. The silent peaks remember allThe hearts that passed before,The autumn leaves that gently fall,The love that speaks […]