Secretly finding puzzles lying beneath the surface,
a performance of quiet purpose lying in wait, hap-
hazard voices, instrumentally being heard.
Stepping, tip-toed, behind the steady beat of another
time, melodies flying, soaring into the atmosphere un-
heeded.
Softly, whisperingly sounds of an instrumental concert,
bringing together many rhapsodies that can be seen and
heard throughout the world.
We only have to listen for it's essence as we prepare
to fall asleep in midnight hours, hoping no nightmares
will interrupt sweet dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beneath the surface of performance I find secret puzzles and analyse these in to very deep to have recent feelings on travel. Very fantastic poem shared really.10