Rain pours like bullets on the roof top,
Wind gushes strongly as the trees sway,
I see only white thourgh the horizon,
As the fog covers the whole way.
I bore myself enough to think,
So I sat on the piano chair,
I let my fingers wander free,
I let them play without a care.
Then suddenly the notes besieged me,
I felt the melody so sweet and soft,
I was trapped in such a solemn tune,
That set my soul aloft.
The notes were sharp, it pierced through me,
It captivated my heart,
A melody so magical,
That tore my melancholy apart.
My fingers just kept playing through,
While emotions bursted out,
Every note, full of sentiment,
A meaning left to shout.
After I was satisfied,
with such tune and melody,
I went back to my boring state,
But kept the notes in memory.
It's a fun poem you've got there...and a wonderful symbolism..keep writing, whoever that is haha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
boredom can really inspire, can't it? ? haha LOL.. nice poem.. keep it up..