Relating all of life to music, playing melodies within my mind and writing them out as they cogitate and form so many poems.
Settling in for a night of writing as stars appear brilliantly in time with music's beat and rhythmic rhyme.
Longing momentarily satiated and then emptied, only to start anew.
Phases of life written stylishly as dawn and dusk open and close every poem forming within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem