The silence of the night,
Is broken,
By the sound of rain,
The drops hitting against the roof,
They splash the windows,
And in the eerie silence,
Create a melody,
A rhythm,
The beat of a continuous hymn,
They create the symphony of life.
It slows down,
And picks up again,
Like the strings of a guitar,
Being plucked in a beat,
They give music to the ears,
A sound so beautiful,
So captivating,
It keeps me awake,
But the magic is such,
That the same music grows,
And with the changing tunes,
It lulls me to sleep.
Create a melody, A rhythm, The beat of a continuous hymn, very melodious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are in tune with the music of the night. Lovely poem. Warm regards, Sandra