Never standing still, yielding to a power and strength
of music, never to be interred in death's embrace.
Sticking to paths, lit by moonlight, shining the way
to past tomorrows.
Unafraid of it's possibilities, as tones beat upon my
heart's ivories, exacting tender images for times when
I will be alone and drenched in sorrow's thoughts.
(8: 57 p.m. - 11/28/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem