The Himalaya’s snow clad face
where for art weeping eyes
a clarinet made by the breath
of freedoms loving guise
expression of such clarity
lend such joy, as we
can listen at our desks
as the wanderers sail free
on a rock their music drifts
to far off heavens high
simplicity personified
and another weeping eye
this time mine
my heart and soul
reverberates today
the beauty of this liaison
may it never go away