My fingers traced lines across the keys
Trying to gather the notes of these
These songs that once made a home in my soul
These songs that I once called my own
It was years ago now, the dusty keys remind me
It was long ago now, the notes won't find me
Only previous memories of songs remain
And even those, too, will slowly fade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem