The flute still plays today

Still, when distance shifts away sometimes, come back again.
When your heart wants to be my only 'you' instead of formal 'you,'
return to me again sometime.
Even if you find selfless love,
should you ever wish to be selfish,
then come back again to this 'false' love!
If you find no joy even in the attic's tight weave,
come again to trace your footprints in this ruined cottage.
If toward memory's horizon everything seems only oblivion,
then even once, with all your accusations
battering me, wounding me... even if it leaves me scarred,
come for a while again.

Still I keep the door open...
Still waiting rattles the latch...

Still I live by keeping love alive...
Still the vine of hope is not a thorn in the path...

Still I love to weep...
Still emptiness seeks some fullness...