The heat of the blazing sun  
will be nothing  
from the gentle breeze of  
your calm and soothing voice.  

The agitated sand and dirt, flying,  
will be pacified,  
from then, time shall freeze and so is  
all the noise.    

What shall remain are  
the tunes you play on your piano;  
the twinkling sound  
of youth, of exuberance,            
          for in every hill or sea,        
          every cloud, flower or tree,  
you shall be eternity --            
          every breath,            
          every scent,  

every note            
          of my unsung melody.