Bitter Sweet

(Dedicated to the unknown singer) Your voice becomes the sound A bittersweet one, The sound vibrates in self Bitter sweetly, Your guitar is tearing up that sound And your fingers seem to say A story of their rescue A bittersweet one, Being known only by them. Sometimes, Your voice beats the vibration of the guitar And the guitar grasps The vibration of the voice To convert it into tears, Giving birth to the melody. A bittersweet one. The sound disappears Somewhere Toward the Saturn. The souls entwine. From the stellar symphony Something detaches and falls off Deep inside of us. Your voice becomes a signal Of life and death. The sound becomes the motion And vice versa. I listen to the inaudible symphony of your fingers, In touch. Something is born in us irreversibly And lasts until the end of the time. Poem by Marieta Maglas