Burning In the Snow
-To a Pianist who does not believe emotion and soul
You are sitting in front of your White piano,
Shutter fingers are on the keys.
Your voice penetrated through the air,
Gone with charm and beauty.
You say that you play only with patterns,
I see that feelings in your heart burn,
Kissing the charming tunes of the music,
Such as flame,
In White snow,
Melting the cold,
Feeling the pure.
You say that you do not believe spirit,
I see that a free spirit flying like an angle,
Dancing with the sexy sound of your singing,
Such as snow lotus,
On the snow-capped mountain,
In the clod,
Blossom.
The change of the seasons,
With the greatness of your thoughts,
Changing the world,
Embracing the abundance of your destiny,
Opening to the universe.
Somewhere deep within you,
On the perfect centre of your soul,
Desiring to reach a place,
With peace, love and beauty.
Touching your heart,
It is the secret tenderness,
Inside of you.
You need to ask,
And it should be given,
Like the amazing sound of musics,
Naturally grow,
With unconditional love.
Written by Yunyan (Anita) GU
12.2015
Copyright © Yunyan Gu | Year Posted 2015
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