My spot was under an apple tree, in the dappled shade. As I played, I listened to the wind, the insects, a bird-cry; now and then the thud of an apple.
I was playing to poets, whose work is noticing, listening, creating. Here are the poems that were written on the spot, or later on, in remembrance.
Would take/an unknown bird to answer/shakuhachi flute
The Buddha ALSO/inhales/shakuhachi flute
Both by vincent tripi.
Notes levitate & soar/above the air the clouds/& tranquil minds
By Pamela Babusci
From Pat Davis: I loved your performances at Robin White’s Haiku Gathering on September 12 — I was transfixed! Your music inspired me to begin writing haiku again. I haven’t written since 1976. Here’s one I wrote when I got home:
Breath and spirit/the flute infused/joins the air