Listening to people's voices, tagging notes of speech and matching them to their tones of voice.
Some being in keys of 'c' and others in 'g'.
Combining interpretations and exacting cohesive volumes from all of them.
Significant memories blending with sounds as they are ushered into the atmosphere to be seen and heard together.
Staunchly preferring to keep wrapped up in cloaks of secretive desires, singly expecting to find animosity traipsing after every score.
Yet, finding only beautiful dreams of sleepless nights, beginning to form in sunrises of songs, leading words into poems of life's experiences.
Lasting and keeping me safely in an environment of poetical visions where I can't be reached.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem