I sat down to write a poem,
but in it had to have sound
and then I thought of an old rhyme.
Whatever goes up must come down
and whatever has a rhythm must include sound.
It doesn’t need guitars, drums or flute
just a metaphor or two
to make your senses hear
the music in the words.
6 April 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem