I heard Frank Sinatra’s
Melodic voice,
And Miles Davis’s
Soft pleasing notes
And I thought about you.
How could I not.
When each word,
Each trumpet note,
Each sentiment of blue,
Brought me back to you.
But the thought
That haunted me most
As I listen the words
And I listened to the notes:
Was - do you ever think about me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem