Bleeding spirit
tender heart
and God-blessed perpetuator
of His love.
Probing my soul with music:
a polka of pain
mazurka of joy.
Both crucified and resurrected
I hear you, Monsieur Chopin
as well I hear Him too....
exultant
triumphant
triumvirate of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Chopin nocturne on a quiet night, fire flames dancing with shadows and light, ..... Yes Margaret we are all so close. Shaun.