he can't will his song
what's on its own sings
and rejuvenates
after each song.
he sings not as an answer
to public..
he simply can't help doing so-
an inward glee..life itself
in its own style and voice..
flutes out
an opulence of sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You do Michael don't you? Michael Jackson? If not, I do apologize. I don't know. :) DC