Song inspired, feeling an emptiness that reaches
deeply within, holding onto melodies as they ran-
domly tend to inner feelings and emotions.
Looking into the ebony night, wondering why this
heart is looking for love, wanting to be held,
taunted by an elixir of beauty being sung.
Flowing into the atmosphere, voice being raised,
searching for a special someone that never does
appear, except in measures of ghostly rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem