The Blue Violin of the Sea
Out of the sea, keeps the wave
On whose shores dying
Then they spread the pleasure
Of listening Chopin
Or the unborn child of the next door
Brings me a voice: "Close the eyes
To the Sea to which heaven
Has not been chosen."
The music powerful like love
To an unison, with human kind,
Let the Unborn child being born;
Not through a tender of unhappiness
But with anxiety like Chopin or Beethoven
Or Mozart, the self-bosom
Of this faithful gathering laughers,
And let be his desire as a future successor.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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