Who is luckiest in this whole orchestra?.....by Rumi

Who is luckiest in this whole orchestra? The reed...
Its mouth touches your lips to learn music.

All reeds, sugarcane especially,
think only of this chance.

They sway in the canebrake,
free in the many ways they dance.

Without you the instruments would die.
One sits close beside you.
Another takes a long kiss.

The tambourine begs,
Touch my skin, so I can be myself.

Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone,
that what died last night can be whole today.

Why live some soberer way
and feel you ebbing out?
I won't do it.

Either give me enough wine or leave me alone,
now that I know how it is
to be with you in a constant conversation.

~ Rumi
Art by Ria Rathore