No melody today, only a few sad notes,
a minor and b played over and over, not
even a vibrating chord to resonate, no
song anywhere, a grey state of affairs,
my ears are sore, my brain is closed
The noon sun is weak, can’t keep light in
my eyes; can’t see the beginning, only aware
of the end, wishing for sleep, I would give any-
thing for the sweet sound which created the
universe, I would give anything for -
The sound of your voice…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem