The Music
I feel the music in the air,
I hear this music everywhere.
I see the waves crashing down,
With each one, a new sound.
I feel my heart beating loud,
The music’s soft, like a cloud.
I see the ringing, soft like a bell,
And it makes me think, or even dwell,
Why can I hear the music while others can’t?
It’s always playing, dampened like a quiet chant.
Clattering around,
Like a top on the ground,
Wishing to be played again,
Wanted to be spun for them.
Tapping like a soft finger on glass,
Yet no one hears it, alass,
Except for me of course, you see,
It sometimes feels a little lonely.
I feel the music in the air,
I hear this music everywhere.
Maybe if I see how it was wrote,
And maybe learn to play a note,
Who knows? Maybe I could make the whole world see,
The music that lives in me.
I can feel the soft beat of a drum,
Or even hear the quiet hum.
This music I hear will never die,
With a tear that falls from my eye,
I will protect this music for the rest of my life,
Against those who give me strife,
If you want to listen to the music only I can hear,
Just stay quiet, with an open ear,
For this music is always playing,
You just have to listen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem