Summers night, hot and dense
the warm breeze cooling nothing
the atmosphere rather dead.
With music as my only companion
as has been night and night again,
it takes a break and departs my side
and slowly goes to sleep.
Alone I'm left with thoughts,
running heavily through my mind
so fast these thoughts, so quickly flashing
I progressively become blank.
I then realise, that when the music stops
my life stops at its side.
It seems to be that its the only thing
that I live for in this life.
No love for fancy parties,
or socialising with the world
it only wastes the time I have,
which I could have all on my own.
No love for human warmth or touch
no kisses, hugs or anything of such.
The one and only life I get, is when music is by my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem