What better way to heal a broken spirit and heart than
through music being played as tears fall from the eyes
of a person dying inside of heartache.
It can never be healed except through hours of musical
rhythms as it touches the emptiness that has been thrown
upon them.
Life insisting on going forward no matter what we think or
feel, looking within, wanting life to end, but then again
not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem