Ethereal melodies
Swirling gently round me
Poignant as the nostalgic
Strains of mournful violins
Weavin delicately through
The threads of pain linking the fragments
Of my broken spirit
The music sweeps on
Till it reaches an unearthly peak
And then dies away
Into a faint echo
The murmur of a voice in the wind
The soft whisper of peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem