And hands remember,
And soul remembers, and mind,
How sweet and tender
I play the music sometimes.
Since all is printed
In your grown feeling and heart –
Say: we –together,
We – are existing entwined.
We – I mean millions,
We -I mean children, young, kind.
We – I mean trees and
We – I mean All that’s around.
Paying attention towards music sometimes is really very interesting in sharing here. Wonderful drafting shared....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, so beautifully written... like you are playing the music with your soul.