music has been scattered into broken throats
on a string of the waning lyre as i tried.
lyre was broken down and splashed,
some in my notes, and some in yours.
as you played them as if yours
i was playing mortal throes.
swooning and fainting hear this world
falling tones in some sobbing sighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is beautifully penned.....................10