EXIT V – Final Chord

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— Geplaatst in poëzie, vrij vers

(for Johan Oomen
– trans­la­tion: Peter Mason)

EXIT V – Final Chord
Hands of the man
Who always gree­ted spring
With sim­ple words:
The first sun is the best.

Hands that put the sun in the sky.
Soft hands rea­ching over a console,
Fin­gers dan­cing over the keys -
The ear­liest music is the best.

Hands reso­lute in a final chord,
A song of sor­row and loss.
No dis­cord in these hands
Searching for harmony.

Antony Oomen