my silent music
rosy and bright
rolling inside of me
into my cloudy heart
*for my dad
This poem is made up of two contradictions which are in some mysterious not contradictions after all: the first is Silent Music - everyone knows music is noise, it can't be silent; Then within your inner self it is rosy and bright but wait the heart is described as cloudy. And I sense there is a third apparent contradiction not mentioned and that it has to do with the one this poem is given to - your Dad. But since you are silent about this, I will withdraw into silence as well. This poem has a charming tenderness.
A lovely poem, short and sweet; happy and bitter! Thank you for sharing, Cigeng.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the music within may define our dancesteps with eternity