I tried to delve into your mind, whodunit;
But, my gentle hands cannot swirl like it!
Your soul's clandestine, yet I just disrobe;
And, I sap from a tree in the Godly abode!
I had; in every stratum, myself exposed;
Yet, you thought my splendor is imposed!
You wish, I rise and entangle our specters;
But, I fail to blend my vigor in your stars!
I am soundless. Yet on music, I am drunk!
Yes, I gyrate! But, flutes drive me to funk.
I am the dark smog that obscures the sun;
And, the stars just quiver when I do burn!
I would not terminate my path to perpetuity;
You move ahead. I weakened my luminosity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if there be silence in music.. i hear it wen i read you.. flawless..