Strings slowly pulling melodies out into the open,
dancing in my mind to their quixotic rhythms.
Feeling with emotion, lyrics touching hidden
memories with love through tears.
Listening with quiet anticipation to movements of
recovery, becoming healed through each sense of
belonging.
Holding hands with moments of memory as we waltz
to music of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem