THREE LITTLE NOTES
I had three little notes in my pocket,
Forgotten there for a long time.
Suddenly a magician, passing by
Behind a white and black piano,
Made them appear just like that, one evening.
The notes coiled up inside his song
Here and there, in unison,
And flew away with the wind.
As I can’t come to see you,
It is so nightly, it is too evening,
Between two mists, just a little song
To tell what is told in darkness
When emotions are too much.
Some day I’d like to get lost in one of your music score,
It would even be fun
To see you at the piano.
I would curl up among quarter and half-notes
Hide behind a couple of eighths
And full of hope I’d look at you,
While your hands would touch lightly the song
I had three little notes in my pocket,
Forgotten there for a long time.
Suddenly a magician, passing by
Behind a white and black piano,
Made them appear just like that, one evening.
But without a hitch
Silence sees reason.
The poetry of saying nothing
When all is said with no word
And you can dare a sigh
And dream again on you two hands
Tomorrow
I had no more notes in my pocket,
But I had found joy again.
And since then my heart full of hope
Sings life, in quarter and half-notes.
Anna Plissonneau, Décembre 2009, In « Aubades, poésie sonore »,
Editions Sous La Lime, 2011 Paris
Traduction en Anglais de Thierry ARSON Aout 2012.