Can you hear it in the air,
the music that is everywhere?
And did you never know
the lyric of a cloudless sky?
The resonance from every hill
awakes a sleeping daffodil.
The beat is like your heart,
for love is a musician too.
Tenderly a perfumed breeze,
a melody beneath the trees,
is wafting like desire,
the pulsing of a lover's breath.
And we may touch the rhapsody,
a sweet duet in harmony,
or we might lose the key,
the moment will not come again.
Then darkest ballads bid adieu,
the saddest sound I ever knew,
and on the final downbeat,
love dies to stark silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have wonderfully captured the notes of music arising out of various expressions of mother nature, beats of human heart and an all pervading love. Loved reading the poem. Thanks. The beat is like your heart, for love is a musician too.
Glad you liked it. Thank you for the read and the rating.