ticka-tacka, polon polon small sounds rolling in my hand pika pika, softly bright afternoon hums along the sand ton-ton, little shadows dance wooden keys and paper air koro koro, drifting time something warm is hiding there chiri chiri, thin and light dust of notes around my feet pata pata, folded wings quiet steps along the street rin rin, circles spread water rings in fading light pero pero, lazy hours melting into early night pon, pon, slowing down the day learns how to sleep kalimba rings, a gentle loop soft vows I never keep ticka-tacka, polon polon the rhythm breathes, then stays pika pika, dimming slow inside these small, uncounted days
