Music

Music Like a raindrops, When racing October, smoothly, Shaking upon ember pulse Ah _ I adore its talk, When fear roars into myself and calms And when the minaret of the village, Exclaims my name, Like a successive waves, On the banks of sorrow And when my old friends, Taking a farewell look, It’s lying down next to me As a white star, Dancing between five sleepless angels Upon endless greenery land, Playing grief tunes; the tunes of the end