Music is a miracle maker when it comes to death's embrace,
holding us in a vacuum, giving us an outlet to hold
another human being close as we dance together.
Forgiving solace, keeping us from falling completely into
mires of sorrow.
Grasping straws, taking steps to prolong moments of
artistic grace.
Finding solace in little bits of nature and it's rhythmical
verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem