Qin Tom Sharp

The sound of the qin clears space. As fingers play its strings, our business is resolved. In the notes, we hear wind and running water, a profound and distant meaning. I go home and I can’t sleep; the song of magnolia lingers in my ears.

减字木兰花·琴 苏轼

神闲意定，万籁收声天地静。 玉指冰弦，未动宫商意已传。 悲风流水，写出寥寥千古意。 归去无眠，一夜余音在耳边。