Filling my ears with music
gives me a high.
Without it I don't know how
I 'd get by.
The problem with me is
once it's in my head
it's so hard to replace it
with something else instead.
It's like I have a revolving loop
that keeps circling round and round.
I can leave it for a few minutes
but then I'll hear its sound.
It can be jazz, swing or even pop
and sometimes classical too.
It doesn't seem to make a difference
because when the music's through
it lingers quietly all day long
and into the silence of the night.
It finally leaves when I get in bed
and gently turn off the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem