A melody's familiar grace,
transforms the southern breeze,
that rises from the eastern Gulf,
abandoning the Keys.
A somber note the wind reveals,
comes just before the storm,
a rhapsody of youth and hope,
where thunder clouds perform.
A mournful oboe and a flute,
in sweet and sad duet,
frame vibrant overtures that fade
to omens of regret.
For such it is on somber days,
when summer storms arise,
and rain's forgotten harmonies
come drifting from the skies.
Then elegy will have its way,
with memories left behind,
as tropic winds begin to blow,
and stir the pensive mind.
This is so very beautiful, and reveals some knowledge of music, as well! You paint such lovely pictures with your words. Some artists would be envious!
Thank you. I really have little knowledge of music, more like appreciation. I associate the harmonies in the universe with music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great one, Barry.I wonder whether in my translation would also sounded great!
Thank you Dimitrios, as always. Translate it if you wish, then you will know.