The mundane always escapes us
such is the truth of one's departure.
What we miss, is the place for him
to weave his world.
For him world is a web of woven strings
he stamps his foot randomly
with each foot a note falls
note after note and silence in between.
Lured by his music
you settle in the elusive world
but hold guard some thing still be escaping.
such an weird, or odd poem. u have a unique vision, i think. i'm not quite sure what to make of your poems overall. but i keep reading them. they're very interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Intresting indeed. Just as Jonathan explains, but your poems are trully great, unique way of showing imagination and intrest. Keep going :)