Music flows on ; it never dies

In the predawn hours
When the world sleeps,
The sleep has pushed me aside
Like a baby who doesn’t like her toy
That doesn’t give her joy,
I think about you, who flew away
Leaving me alone ,
Like a baby who throws away her toy
That doesn’t give her joy.
I could read volumes in your silence,
As I do now from the winter sky
When moon shines, yes, that shine you had
In your face, in your life, a silent shine
Which did brighten all my dark, but now
You are gone leaving me in dark
Like a tree that has shed its bark,
But tree stays, trees are kind
But how do I call you unkind?
In vain, I look at the path I walked through,
Whether you are hiding somewhere in the bush
Like a deer deserted by its mother, by it’s herd.
Herd can desert a baby but how its mother?
Mother is kindness and Kindness was like a music in you,
That could be only felt, not seen,
When absorbed by my hard bones,
And so was love, like a music in you,
That could be only felt, not seen,
When absorbed by my inner cells.
I do hear that music now, when you are away.
Who said you are away, and how can you be away,
As you are always within me?
Then and now, like my bones and cells.
Oh, that is why I hear the music
Always, deep from my inside.
You turned me to music
Music only flows, never dies
Yes, music only flows, never dies!