I Let The Music Speak;
I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs,
No poet has ever painted,
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart,
So strange yet we're so well acquainted.
I let the music speak, with no restraints;
I let my feelings take over,
Carry my soul away into the world,
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day,
Where my mind is like an open window,
Where the high and healing winds blow!
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me,
I let them take me;
Let it be a joke;
Let it be a smile;
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while!
Let it be a tear,
Let it be a sigh,
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry.
Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn,
Rustling down an old alley;
And in the dead of night I find myself,
A blind man in some ancient valley.
I let the music speak, leading me gently;
Urging me like a lover,
Leading me all the way;
Into a place,
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day,
Where I'm one with every grand illusion,
No disturbance, no intrusion;
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me,
I let them use me,
Let it be a tear;
Let it be a sigh;
Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies.
I surrender without reservation!
No explanations,
No questions why?
I take it to me and let it flow through me,
Yes, I let the music speak.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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