singing...and not singing.
humming low but feeling dumb,
am i touching the soul of who? .
hissing...and not screaming! .
under a bright thought glowing,
in a vision unrecognizable-
the tone of rancor or passion
hunts the face of their pride
only a heart but beats strongly.
...are they angels?
is that a violin screeching? .
the tune is Alas so odd.
none care for a taught of a line,
not a voice try the unprecedented eclogue.
my thinking is turned a theater of the unknown! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A song delights most people.