Behind a metal lamppost
a golden sunset shines
Lost in seaweed curtains
streaked with blue tint skies
There's a man in shadow
who plays a saxophone
Weaving such sweet music
under a fiery dome
Passersby do linger
lovers grasp their hands
Moonlight weaves and circles
the devil kneels and stands
His music is a sequence
of his very life
God is his circumference
the snake and dove entwine
i can't help but love a poem about music.... wonderful last stanza.....
Thank you Sonya! Enjoy metaphors, to me they are like abstract paintings,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
…..he weaves music… and God is his circumference…devil kneels before him… Yes! That's the power of music! Loved it
Thank you Unnikrishnan for your encouraging words!