Falling forward into albums of beautiful melodies,
sent from heaven's gardens.
Harmonies jutting out from under pages of sheet
music, stacked in piles and kept safely for many
years.
Now to be played in free reigning measures of
songs, that have lasted through the years and are
still popular to this very day.
Existing only in the background until someone
brings them forward and sings them out in songs
at a karaoke night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem