Secret Place

In the darkness of the forest
Lies a still and hidden lake.
Water—clear, reflecting moonlight,
Waves—begun by stardust flakes.

I approach the secret painting,
Fascinated by its world.
I come closer to the water
And I hear the unsung notes. ǀ Fine

Silent painting full of music,
I am drawn to its lone sound.
I hear strings, the lake is calling,
Pulling me towards its world.

Barefoot, I approach the water—
So mysterious, so pure.
It caresses fragile footsteps,
Stillness: no longer endured.

I step onto mirror surface,
And to dance I thus begin,
I don’t sink in empty darkness,
As the magic sounds I feel.

And the music becomes louder,
Coming closer to my soul.
I dance on the sky’s reflection,
Setting free the thoughts I bore.

I can touch the world that’s up there,
That of suns, of stars, of gold;
In-between two worlds, two wonders,
I can feel that I’m reborn.

Music, peace and something greater:
I can touch infinity,
As the sky, the lake, the music
Form a world of purity.

I dance until rays of sunlight
Start their journey towards Earth.
I awaken, music gone now
And return to ancient shore.

Everything then disappears,
A mirage it seemed to be.
But I know the truth that happens
When the nightfall comes to be.

I will hear the music’s calling
Once again when sunset comes.
Ancient trail will lead me to it,
Among new suns I will dance.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia