Its cadence drenched in sorrow,
In these moonlit hours, this is too short,
The music and life too...oh! How short they are!
Someone is there, by the whispering sea,
His hair flowing in night wind,
Listen! How the music rises, as he moves up and down, the starry wand of life!
It’s from a wild reed,
A rolling pebble,
A butterfly splatter,
A selfless heart,
A kind glance,
An immaculate smile,
The music of life flows, oh!
Listen how it rises up and down!
It fills the rooms of vacuum, and beams in sublime glee!
Soon, pods of days and nights shall shed the melancholy
Each is a wound that would bleed muted,
Smiles are taken to give back rancor,
Alas! The mind falters into its labyrinth...
