Greetings!

  Do you hear the soft rustle
  beside your table?
  Don't bother to write
  for I'll come to you.
 
  Is it possible you are angry
  with me like the last time?
  You say that you don't want to see my hands,
  my hands or my eyes.
 
  I am with you in your bright, simple room.
  Don't chase me away
  to where the cold, murky water
  flows under the bridge.