After the song comes the silence
And the silence is less than the song
It only means listening goes on in another way
I am old now
I say this again and again
How I long for the song and music
I somehow think of as love
But deeply more deeply perhaps even than love
It is just life I long for
Old and tired and sicker and sadder
Perhaps just life- life with vigor and interest and even lust
Perhaps that is what I now long for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem