16 strings,6 poised wind, an
Audience and a silence
The stage well set, musicians prepped
With a mix of reverence and shyness
Then arms were drawn, instruments raised
The concentration turns to tension
As brows were wiped for one
Last time the anticipation about to lessen
A string plucked from the corner
Gently stirs the frightened still
Though quickly joined by fellow
Strings to comfort and to heal
The playful soft advances soon
Set the golden atmosphere alight
As the matrimony of sound and silence
Becomes the romance of the night
Unleashed is a relationship
Of a couple trained to entertain
As one laughs, one cries, one gives
one lies; from a whisper in to flame
With loves’ charred face now glowing
The audio tango turns to waltz
Both touching, feeling softly
To find the right time to break and pause
Would the liaison be a taste for
The sweet about to follow
Or was this fiery passionate encounter
A fun time and purely hollow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem