The music rises in me,
and lights up my heart.
Like the sun!
Like the golden disk!
Opening, expanding, radiant --
Yes! -- the music!
I say again:
I don't know what to say!
It doesn't fall silent --
If only I could listen to it
with heart's ear--
but this marvel makes
my heart leap,
it leaves me ecstatic
like a whirling dervish,
urging me to summon poems
about the unseen musician
from my silence.
—MyKoul
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