The Ripple

This piece was composed at the request of a Japanese correspondent, who asked if I would write some music to his poetry.  Following is the English version of the poem, which I assisted in translating.

The Ripple

Something drops in the surface of the water;
the falling sound is a sound extending to silence.
Beautiful concentric circles ripple outward.

My thoughts, reflecting,
Does it extend unmeasured?
Does it diffuse helplessly?

Anyway, if I notice,
there is a surface of water
(indistsinct from the former)
in front of me.

-- Taihei Nebuka

The original poem is as follows:





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And I will pour out on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and supplication.  They will look on Me, the one they have pierced, and they will mourn for Him as one mourns for an only child, and grieve bitterly for Him as one grieves for a firstborn son.
— Zechariah 12:10