A helpless tempo struggles to perfect the composition it plays.

Chapter 7

Album Name- For the inner songbird!

A helpless tempo struggles to perfect the composition it plays.

O humming and listening moment!
My whining voice wants to complain to you.
The deep howlings didn't pay any attention
to their bitter sobs and yelling.

I did not sing any song today.
But the chants and a warm song were ringing their inflections into my ears.

O virtuosic singer,
I recalled your conversation which you had with sadness last night!
Sadness asked you to leave its way, and you told sadness to go away from your heart.
Is this a way to open your heart?

I think I have forgotten to sing!
My heart feels remorseful for not being able to feel
the lyrical beauty of the connecting matters!

A missing companionship has the urge to sing out its dulcitude heart and a wholehearted esteem version to save some love.

O devoted aural artist!
I have felt your notation clearly in my heart like a sunlike visible light!
But my heart is not singing today, and I do not want to forget singing either!