Melodies collide and jump, leaping about my mind,
secretly sacred, blessed beyond any doubt - the
beauty I see and hear inside.
Frolicking away, serenely happy and peaceful, life
has a way of clinging to music, taking ugliness
away for the time being.
Solemnly partaking of a minute piece of every daily
melody, carrying tunes in pockets of memory, always
holding on to them, even in days of sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the days of sorrows. I like music. thanks. good one.