A SONG OF FIERY BREATH

Grandfather Fire tells me a secret,
a whisper long and almost lost,
yet I can hear his subtle smile
a play of movements and silence both.
I see his hand touch the drum next,
a firm and round handshake.
The drum feels sparks and heat and music
so suddenly it laughs.
I want to sing a song forever,
I hear her saying,
a song of fiery breath.