Thoughts reverberating.
Attempting to quantize...
one.two.three.four.
So when asked,
'How are you? '
'Good.' Makes sense.
Truth?
We attack this life with great velocity,
Sustaining beliefs.
Allowing us to transpose day to day,
Despite the dynamics that come our way.
Counting each chord,
Hoping the frequency of blessings
correlates with the ability
to hear them in the first place.
Bass'd in the amplitude of love...
I say 'yes'.
Yet the closer we are,
The deeper it resonates.
The timbre of his breathe,
reaching a shallow crescendo,
creating the ambience.
The harmonic notes of his life,
becoming inaudible.
Still hoping input equals output.
Until finally...Decay. Applause.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem