Music is a happening.
Heard melodies may please
But fade into silence or cacophony
Unless they leave a trace
In memory;
Unless the song or cadence
Is not simply heard, but listened.
The duration of music,
The sheer happening or unfolding of it,
Has to be retained, contained,
Lifted between invisible quotation marks
And absorbed as a creation.
A song can echo in the mind
Or simply fade out in amnesia.
I am still learning to listen
Beyond the aural melody of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem