Guitar in hand, ready to strum the beauty of life written
on sheets of music, not only for entertainment's sake, but
to promote peace throughout the world.
Watching musicians as they ply their trade, using hearts,
minds and innate talent to reach out and touch tender feel-
ings and emotions still raw with the emptiness of love.
A heartache that fills one with a void of abandonment that
is constantly reminding self of all shared moments that
will no longer be a part of one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It deserves a highest rate, dear Ma'am RoseAnn....10++++++++++