Ah, the soft guitars that play
and lull the twilight.
I, unseen and all alone
Listen from a willow tree
feeling the warm notes
Like a breath wash over me.
I envision someone there
in the willow tree
Listening softly with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have played guitar at that time of day. Always wondered where the hidden listeners were. lol I really liked it. Nice job.