The sound, the mere sound.
It can be heard.
It's in the wind. It's in the howl.
It's in my breath.
The music can be heard.
It's in the clamor and the cry,
in the lament and in the joy.
It can be heard.
It's in the the soft beat, the small sounds,
It's in my heart.
The music can be heard.
It's in the pain, the sharp bitter pain,
the friendship and in the enemy,
the agony and in the smiles,
the days and in the nights,
It can be heard.
The music can be heard.
Copyright © Miri A.
4/29/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May the celestial music you seek be reached.-Baru Gobira