Where is a poem

Let me tell you  where a poem is

hidden behind your face
a shadow of sadness
under bright artificial light

behind that door
a melody of voices,
growls, sobs, singing, then silence

in the bees' nest outside my window
blanketed in winter cold

yielding to spring sunshine
wings, beating, shimmering
in the heat.

(I wrote this poem long ago and chanced upon it...)