THE MUSIC WITHOUT A SOUND

The blossom of trees

Has descended on town,

The music I see

Has not any sound.

The music of colors

Invokes new feelings

That give birth to sounds

When Soul makes the lyrics.  

I remember this song

That does not have a word

Like the sound of gong

It reminds me of God.

My Soul is my Master,

I am an apprentice,

My knowledge comes faster

Delivered by Heavens.