I. Written on the columns of Shuifu Theatre, where opera once played

Delicate hands pick the tune,
one the autumn river, one the moon.

Strings still, the music lingers —
a river breeze, drifting clouds.

II. At Shuangqing Pavilion, seeing the distant forest stretching through the hills

Clouds carry the bell’s call,
drifting through the forest

Moon-set stretches the pagoda’s shadow
out, across the river.