Poetry does not sing songs.
It sadly lacks harmonic words
to merely mock the vibrant birds.
Music is a longing removed from living,
a secret place of metered giving.
Music and song are man's long longing
for transcendent wings.
In birds the music glides
in quarter notes
and full harmonic.
So there abides
only in feathered things
songs that rise
on rhythmic wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Songs that rise on rhythmic wings...lovely. Poetry n music have a relation. In Nature we find both poetry n music.
This one was written many years ago. Thanks for the comment.