The instrument sound replaces a prayer

by Tran Tu Ha

1. The instrument sound sobbed in drops

She lowered her head beside the guitar in the light of envy
For a long time, she was as a can
Canned thoughts, canned dreams
Who lubricated then offered warranty and cheer to rested things?
An ingenious symbiosis
There! Her eyes welled up tears because she had to see …

2. How can stars be replaced?
How can I hide my true unloved face,
so that every night I witness the torment,
hear the unexpected things and the secrets that are never revealed.
Unclear and inconceivable thoughts about trust and betrayal.

3. Oh! My love

She lowered her head by the guitar in front of the locked doorway
Each drop, each drop of guitar string trembled, sometimes softly,
sometimes hoarsely with sadness
She dreamed
The day her hair was tied back, miraculously young form
Then
The illusionary sounds messed the ponytail

4. At night, the guitar sounds dripping with blood but cannot call the sun

Unable to erase the envy of people
Unable to break the mirror the evil queen looked at
“That mirror dwells in the world” …

5. She started to rise, hold her head high and raise her voice,
the sound of her heart melting on 10 fingers pressing the time key

In fact
She just wished the sun was like tiny globes giving out light, without hurting a single leaf.
The instrument sound replaced a prayer