12: 10 p.m.
Moments spent with friends, listening to melodies played
deeply and intensely by musical hearts filled with an
aptitude for it.
Touching tears within, turning them into sparking crystals,
filling their sorrow instead, with a joy and happiness
being expressed in another intense movement of total
concentration.
Finding expressions of life in every measure being heard,
capturing the essence of particles of innate freedom and
talented gifts given at the moment of conception.
12: 11 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the first stanza. It touched my heart.