As the music inflates,
like a David Bowie video
My voice is set free
for the words to diffuse
Floating above the unwritten verse
like steam escaping
And drifting free as the
pressure expands
It cries out the release of a
lyric unsung
Channeling a melody
—neither future nor past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem