Clarinet
Apart, we are two quiet things:
a person and an instrument.
I in my body,
the clarinet in its case.
We are like good friends.
The clarinet takes nothing away from me.
It lets me borrow its notes.
If I loan it my breath,
I can speak with its sweet voice.
Together, we will make a world
full of song.
![A cartoon illustration of Buddha's face playing a clarinet in a turquoise background](https://s3-us-east-2.amazonaws.com/cdn-test.poetryfoundation.org/content/images/9a01ae92ff6a073f14f6ce3fde91cc0510c44853.jpg)
Source: Poetry (March 2021)