The heart’s strings are strike and plucked;
a flow of emotions surges through sounds and hums.
If the vibrato of my prayers and lyrics
find their way to where you are,
I won’t mind singing and singing
until the weeps of my being reach you.
No phrases, bridges and choruses
would be enough to express their melodies.
For the one that gave me happiness
can no longer see the pitch and tone
of pleasant memories and now loneliness.
Allow me to continue singing the words of longing;
the vibrato of my prayers and lyrics
may always find their way to where you’ll always be.