In my mind’s eye
I’m standing
On a backlit stage,
And an aura of amazement
Ripples, waves
Over the esteemed patrons.
The twilight evening
Fills with sweet sounds of joy.
As the notes rise up
And greet with kisses the sky,
My violin mournfully weeps
And leaps... with joy~
And, does me proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, music brings everything and everyone together.