2: 28 p.m.
Crowding within the music as writing symphonies and sonatas
fall between the tears flowing from this soul.
Etching memories of life into every note written in a
consecutive story of life.
Chords reaching into depths of yesterday, holding the intense
feelings of joyful remembrance, being closely held in arms
of this heart as I hug them.
Never letting them go anywhere except in melodies, rhythms
and poetry. 2: 29 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem