A Bridge

When the caravan in the desert

     Seen to be frozen inside museum windows,

When internet transmits messages like electricity

     That rolls the world up and opens for you,

There is a bridge we are walking toward.

When coffee and tea greets our morning sunshine along the journey,

When violin and kamancheh discuss about Persian moon,

When a swallow taps its feet on a cello string and sings love melodies,

There is a bridge that gives us imaginary dreams. 

When pipa and guitar stand on each end of the battlefield and raise dust in history,

When tabla and chango strike our ear-drums and boil our blood,

When cello welcomes us with its deepest calling and warmest embrace,

There is a bridge that conveys the power of love. 

It was too far away!

     When distance was counted with lives’ length

Only then could a man sustain the dehydrated body to transcend Hope;

It is close enough!

     That we construct a bridge with our music

And let it melt the boundaries of languages

     And echo in the city of Nagoya.