MOONLIGHT SONATA
How are you there? Oh sorry I have forgotten you are nowhere. You are probably in my old piano or in my pink craze. My weary piano kisses my fingers to give them strength. Moonlight Sonata has already crept in to be my mate. Don't be jealous of the Moon haunting my glance! Don't be jealous of the piano mentioning the Moon's height! My piano kisses my fingers but my lips whisper your name. Do hear this sonata from your remote place! My address is this old piano on the Earth's face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem