Seated at the piano, 
placing my fingers on the keys, 
I let the notes sing 
the words in my soul.
The tunes can be rough, 
Or the tunes can be high, 
As is the music
for everyone’s life.
I love to take in the silence of night.
Only to hear
the pounding of strings; 
The beats of my heart.
My life started rough, 
It’d be easy to fail, 
But through my melodies
I somehow prevailed.
It’s my lifelong friend, 
a constant reminder, 
to look to the future, 
where the world is brighter.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
You make wonderful music, Jim. I have videos to prove it.