Lonely violin is weeping
On my shoulder in the night,
And the notes like running tears
With my bow I will wipe.
Debt of music will be paid off
By the strings of lonely hearts…
Our soul we will cry out -
We have one for both of us.
This is a beautiful evocation of the longing at the source of Love. Love may come and go in our lives, but longing is a permanent resident in the heart. Sometimes it sleeps and we are barely aware of it; sometimes it bursts in a fire of passion. Your poem strikes me as poised on that moment just before the fire bursts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very delicate and hand picked words carrying the spirit of a broken heart. Amazing impact. Thanks.