swallow against the wind and that lump in your throat,
the one that turns up whenever you try to speak
tell your story
sing a song
your voice is a flute
so play it well
the roof of your mouth is a amphitheatre
it is airy, branching hundreds of metres long
so that your voice of a flute may carry
even passed that lump and echo back to you
your voice is a flute
so play it well