I am the humble servant
of the Spirit that creates:
it offers me speech,

I pour it out into your hearts . . .
I am the intonation of the verse,
the echo of the human drama,

the fragile instrument,
vassal of the hand . . .
Gentle, joyous, terrible,

my name is Fidelity-to-what-is,
my voice is a breath,
which will die with the new day.