Here is a poem By Mr Song from Korea who kindly let us use this as a basis for dance and music (Bruno wrote a piece based on this which we will link to later):

Kite told me kindly 

The kite which was flying

is still flying in the sky.

 

waving his long tail

Turning his face around

boasting in the field.

 

In the newspaper

Hurt a neighbor.

But not everyone is bad.

 

If I understand that others are bad

As Based on the people you saw in the newspaper

 

There will be more distress

There will be pain.

 

The Kite told me

Believe

The truth of your neighbors

Share the pain of them together

 

Kite on the rice field

Still waving the tail from the sky

It is flying toward my face.

 

By Song Sung Hun

 

Here is a poem by Sylvia written for Confluence:

 

Creative Confluence by Sylvia Vetta

 Streams spring from the hills

to swell  with the spring rain.

People come to the city

More and more people come.

In the city they sing alone in

tongues of Babel .

 

Come together pleads the man

Flow together echoes the dancing woman.

 

She dances to the sitar and the guitar.

Male and female voices sing to the tabla’s beat.

‘Improvise’ demands the drummer.

Words come as the rivers of Oxford rise.

Words from the Tigris and the Indus

Rhythms of India and Africa.

 

Come together pleads the man

Flow together echoes the dancing woman.

Choruses of joy from Ethiopia and Kenya

From Bosnia and Brazil

Mardi Gras meets Bach and Persian lute

Babel ? No Babel ?

The music of their souls combine to

harmonise and improvise together.

 

Come together pleads the man

Flow together echoes the dancing woman.