You may say that Opera always seemed
A bit hysterical to you
Though for me it blows me away:
Those puffed up sopranos high flown as a sail
In the Sydney Opera House
Their voices project through the headless sky
Crack glass into pieces or make rain fall
With their unlimited power you cannot deny
And then you have the slow waves of music,
Skirting below with the sea calm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem