The faint sound that rises in my dreams,
farther in the distance,
pushed back in my memory from a time far away,
a time that seems to never come.
I listen and yearn for it back,
and it's beauty never seizes to amaze me,
my heart grips for it and jumps at every note,
the tensions are never breaking.
At night I lay entranced by the sound,
tearful that it had to leave,
but every time I close my eyes,
I hear it speak to me.
It's calling me forward in my life,
to the ones that will help me,
the words are left unspoken,
yet I know them for every second.
The time will come when it no longer stops playing,
and I will hear it forever and ever,
in my heart as it keeps beating,
no longer trapped inside my dreams.
The world will bring it to my ears,
as I walk upon it silently,
he gives me it for comfort,
as the strength ebbs into me.
I know. Mysterious music, brings me there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem