Bitter Sweet Poem by Marieta Maglas

(Dedicated to the unknown singer)

Your voice becomes the sound
A bittersweet one,
The sound vibrates in self
Bitter sweetly,
Your guitar is tearing up that sound
And your fingers seem to say
A story of their rescue
A bittersweet one,
Being known only by them.
Sometimes,
Your voice beats the vibration of the guitar
And the guitar grasps
The vibration of the voice
To convert it into tears,
Giving birth to the melody.
A bittersweet one.
The sound disappears
Somewhere
Toward the Saturn.
The souls entwine.
From the stellar symphony
Something detaches and falls off
Deep inside of us.
Your voice becomes a signal
Of life and death.
The sound becomes the motion
And vice versa.
I listen to the inaudible symphony of your fingers,
In touch.
Something is born in us irreversibly
And lasts until the end of the time.

Poem by Marieta Maglas