To Music

Who can tell me who you are? Why can’t I see you or touch you? It is a wonder you never leave me alone but you make me follow you always.

Melting in the air, scattering into the sunshine, streaming with footsteps of time…… Day by day, you’ve been changing my heart into a string with the everlasting tremor…

Warming and moistening by you, like the spring wind, you sweep over me, and turn me into a kite, flying high in the sky……How vast the world is! It is you who has let me see that.

You sometimes come to me, like turbulent waves of the sea, which surround my soul, a swift skiff in excitement……

You flow toward me tirelessly from time to time, like a trickling brook from the quiet woodland. Limpid water reflects my face covered with tiredness, and removes the dust on my heart……

My music, could anyone else make me more reluctant to leave?