The Lady With A Pipa Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

The Lady with a Pipa
In a rickshaw I once saw -
A lute player or just geisha,
Or soothing melodies - passion raw.

Yet, what is it will remain - the long elusive sight
Of the Lady and the Pipa she played,
Or melodies that thrilled till the morn of light;
Except within me a delusive dream has stayed.

I never knew but one whose heart could really feel,
And here she lies on a hillock by the stream,
Beneath the blossom her beauty and charm conceal.
All is waste - all just an empty Pipa dream.

Photo Title: The Lady with a Pipa © Yip Cheong Fun / Andrew Yip