Island of Music

I am trapped, concealed, hidden, forgotten in an island

of silence...

I am buried alive, in me, in my mind, in my body,

bursting, ready to explode...

I am ready, ready to be finally released, set free after

a year of silence, a year of sorrows, a year of muted

notes, muted voices, muted music, muted, muted, muted...

I am a singer, a poet, a dancer, a festival, I am music

in an island of music...far away from one other, in an

island of music, muted, music, muted...

I refuge in this island of music, in search of some

comfort from the deafening silence of a world without

music, apart from one other...

I am a singer, a poet, a dancer, a festival, I am alone

in the pampering melodies of this island of music, this

island of music, music, muted music...

© Antonella Scanu