Un Sospiro- Liszt Poem by Irene Pang

A delicate
touch
of the finger tips with the
keys,
producing such a sound, so gentle
and yet,
earth-shattering,
in the sense that whoever hears it,
drops down to his knees and
weeps.

Neither cries of fear,
nor cries of hatred...
heard.
But cries of enlightenment,
triggered by His music:
the realization that we must not escape from
Fate
but accept it as the way it is.

Only then, will we be freed from
suffering
and bestowed with
wings
to soar high up
into
the Blue.