The melody danced the velvet words,
But the passionate wind
Embraced them all
To keep them vivid
And to make them be
More beautiful than ever.
Those special words
Made me understand that
Trade's melody danced his feelings
On notes,
And the light pushed them all
Into the sacred place
Of creation.
'Twas like an expansion of space
Or like
A new dimension.
The sound drops
Encountered their eternity.
Suddenly, I realized that
I needed to understand him.
I realized
That Trade Martin was really there
To sing for us
While living
In his incommensurable dimension.
The sounds were passing through the rightness
Of his soul
To embrace his poetic words, and
Wholly to express his thinking.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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