Music playing softly, floating through the air, lying just
above everyone's head, waiting to settle into their minds.
Becoming part of a memory to keep in time, treasuring like
a trinket or a once loved toy of a little boy.
Something to play with on a cold and lonely day, while the
beauty of it stays forever in a heart.
Playing strings of feelings deeply embedded in a pile of
tears, left running down cheeks of many forgotten times.
Recalled now for just a moment and kept alive inside a great
mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem