GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 146

The thousand Springs In the unknown spheres. So be Silent, my soul... One mute Cuckoo bird Will not make the forest silent. Nor a crow breaks the beauty Of the entire symphony That bestowed upon you by birth. The fusion of the best music Is laid in your heart alone, That needs a mere magical Touch of your fingers At the core of the strings With warmth and tenderness. So be Silent, my soul... One drop is not rain, 146