Such noise as I make, just silence to some.
My contrite emotions, in company with one.
The simplicity of Life, as Grand as I see.
Is a Miracle in itself, yet heard by only me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of the proverb where a tree falls in a forest, but nobody is around to see or hear it fall, so did the tree fall? In this case I think it counts even if you are the only one who sees, feels and hears it.