Reeds of Sound

I had become the slender reed that bent to curve but never broke a hollow echo of time that thrilled my veins (and now haunts my eyes) and was sung, as roots of knowledge dug deep, but with a finding of ground they eased closer to my heart with limbs of grace and foreign hands I had wandered, the face of the earth but I return to bend ever lower in giving thanks, I am a hollow reed now streaming on the sound of a whole world, still singing its own song in an a cappella of time