I am plunging in pensiveness of the night sky
Have no fear for the spell. And my saga forced in
By my fate. With the wave of the jingling string fly
I can hear the confessing waft through the hurt film.
I am finding the balance through anguish of days
I believe in the testament annals words realness.
I go on with my love understanding: the trace
Stretches into the distance, the answer search stillness…
And you cannot see anything. There’s the live voice,
For the consonance, playing the note. It’s heartwarming.
And it is give and take, just like any soft words
With a vengeance will echo in hearts with art song seam.
Taking age-long container, will fill it with love,
As in parallel of the mad world on a picture.
Making sketches of sea in the stretch high above
Finds the Holy Land for my soul message depicture…