It is strong as the wind
Heavy as the clouds
Beautiful are the words
Strong are the chords
It takes me by surprise
Like the whirling storm
As a striking thunder
I sing till dawn or until the moon shines
Far from the world
I create my own
When am lost in the tunes
Of a hundred thoughts
It refuses to die
Let alone lie
It‘s always sharp and vibrant
Alive in every second
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem