Concert on the Romanian seaside
Vocal fold vibration,
Simple harmonic motion,
Nonlinear interaction of sound waves,
Empathizing the rhythm
Of the naked music
And the embracing voice,
Words and thoughts
Coming alive and vivid
At the sound touch,
Having its own sense of charm,
Changing depths of enlightened awareness,
Discovering the thrill
Of seeing new interior structures,
Protecting its innate purity
For the song in itself,
For those souls,
Who are engulfed in desire
And for his own vision,
His voice shimmering wings luminously,
Pleasurably exalting,
Those realms of the spirit just indelible,
Those souls becoming vivified
And exhilarated,
His songs
Swirling space sounds,
Carrying their meaning into universe,
The saxophone sounds cascading
Into the synth melodies,
Billowing into the sea waves,
Needing a dimension on its own,
Silent spectators
Immortalizing the split seconds
With strong emotions,
Applause breaking the silence,
Touching sights,
Touching voices,
Touching emotions,
Between ebb and flow,
The singer Michael Bolton
Suddenly — a dreamer
For an invisible woman
,
Dancing in glittering moonlight
With no other sound but
The hesitant sibilant sea,
Ascension silhouetted
against
The shivering waves
—ghosts,
His songs
haunting the moonlight,
Creating twinkling feelings,
Sky-searching the light.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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