The music god plays on
With multicoloured hues
And tunes forgotten...
Some jazz and some blues....
Old folks gathering
Bar stool and blues
Played with old music
Some jazz and some blues....
Then one day everybody
Went away for good
Dust...gathering
The bar stools stood
The empty bar rues...
Still the music god played on
Some jazz and some blues....
......... by myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem