Notes that weep
From a violin
Keep
Cascading
And raiding
My heart.
A midnight piano
Reminds me so soon
Of romance,
Masquerading
Behind the mask of a tune.
Opus 13
Written by the moon.
Haunting
That flute
In the night.
Purer than unseen snow.
Reminds me,
How beautifully
Love can flow.
Now just a piccolo,
Where promises breezed,
To whisper goodbyes.
Through shades of green.
And lemon juice squeezed
From the sun's sad eyes
Spawned Opus 13.
So yellow
Stardust lullabies
From
A lonely cello.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
. Beautiful every word was cascading with richness and texture, the imagery was just stellar