One Mythical Sonnet Poem by Moin Serneabat

The night, playing with violin a violet tune
So the rest of the world could remain mute
Someone here inciting dreams with a flute
I say, wind, take my melody of love to her
That she is a solitary one not living so far
Her melancholy tune and mine one as well
At the night times, that the emotions swell
A formation then reformation like the rune

Someone here losing himself into so deep
Of the melodious night, beyond the enliven
Music of the soul, it broke all the mundane
Music then wafted through sylvan breeze
Sleepless girl, singing in the middle of this
Night, putting the crescent moon into sleep