When music is far enough away
the eyelid does not often move
and objects are still as lavender
without breath or distant rejoinder.
The cloud is then so subtly dragged
away by the silver flying machine
that the thought of it alone echoes
unbelievably; the sound of the motor falls
like a coin toward the ocean's floor
and the eye does not flicker
as it does when in the loud sun a coin
rises and nicks the near air. Now,
slowly, the heart breathes to music
while the coins lie in wet yellow sand.
Frank - 'Somewhere your heart is breathing to music, and thought of it alone echoes unbelievably' beautiful for all of us. Cheryl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
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