Raising voices, sounding in perfect pitches,
lively spirits flowing in the room through
selected music.
Seeing the spotlights travel across the
floor, my two year old granddaughter
watches, wanting to capture each one.
Seeing a woman singing beautifully, staring
at her and wondering at the lights moving
all around her.
Swirling, stopping, moving in time with the
rhythms all night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem