I can't tell you in words what I hear.
It is the mid of winter night,
The moon and the stars are
lost in clouds,
The cold wind is sneaking in...
through the silts of window panes,
I get up from my warm bed,
I wrap around myself a cloak...
as black as night;
Then, I keep my head down to listen...
to the sweet melodious murmur
in my heart;
I shut up my eyes and listen for hours...
without seeing face to face...
any corporal being;
But I hear only sweet melodies coming...
in crowds in my silent loneliness...
that immerse me in their roaring sea;
O, how may I ever express what melodies do I hear?
There are no words to tell what these melodies are,
No tongue can tell you the secret hidden in words,
But the the inner ear can hear what the tongue cannot tell.
MyKoul
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