Your playing with the words is thoughtful these days
without the madness of your youngish ways.
Though in still moments I see you solitary and reflective
the rawness of your lyrics lingers like a beast.
The rhythm played by you is soft these days
without the electric beats of yesterday.
It seems as though you have learned to live by the seasons
without surrendering to the time that ticks off without any reason.
Your identity with your songs seems to be changing these days
yet the words of the songs we once shared stays
Though singing for you has become a thing of the past
I do pen my thoughts to keep your memories intact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. The rhythm played by you is soft these days without the electric beats of yesterday. It seems as though you have learned to live by the seasons without surrendering to the time that ticks off without any reason. is very nice Thanks for sharing.