Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

I wanted the music of another world
The music that makes me know how to dream -
But there is no music in me now
And I cannot begin to know how to feel it-

Music is the soul and Music is memory -
Music is love crying out within me as creation-
I need music for there to be Poetry
But the Music I have now hobbles within me
And the Poem that comes is far from a dream.