New Tools Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

You're right, Isadora, in the way the spirit flows,
But words must travel far, from the cold of northern snows.

My Norwegian heart beats quiet, from a fjord of deepest blue,
And I need a bridge of languages, to bring the song to you.

No matter the tool I capture, the machine or Artificial tongue,
I'm carving out the meaning, to get the right tune sung.

With many foreign languages, I'll find a new way to speak,
The lyrics and the rhythm that my quiet thoughts now seek.

So it's not just broken translation, or a dictionary page,
It is bridging worlds of language, to act upon the stage.

With s lyric generator, I'll fix the lines I hold,
Until my Nordic stories are, in a foreign language told.

The music is quite universal, but the words, they need to fly,
Between the fjords of Norway and the vast and foreign sky.

So yes, I'll take the tools, my friend, for the songs I need to share,
To make the foreign language carry, my beloved Norwegian air.


T.M.Solvang