Bouncing up and down as the guitar is being strummed to melodies
strung across the sky, atmosphere seeming to swallow it with an
instant of perplexity that arrives.
Looking for some reason to express it - the reason why it has
become a melody in this expedient experience of totality, ex-
changing views in moments of loss that want to be put in notes of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Changing views witnessed in sky not only gives amazing scene but also motivates mind. We hear the natural melodies. This poem is interestingly penned.