One of these days

Even if the clouds obscure it,
Doesn't mean the sun is dead
Even in the pluvial season
That soft light is everywhere

When you're feeling cold and weary
It is not the end of days
And the night is singing to you
Lullaby of Milky Way

It may seem like ever falling
Into wormhole of despair
But the fall's and winter's howling
Always ends, welcoming spring

So whenever you are sorry,
Bitter, tattered, out of grace
Just remember simply that
Sunshine comes after the rain

Ode To Music

Oh, beautiful muse!
Emerging in the morning
As aurora from Apollo's hand.
You, who since the dawn of time exists,
You, who brings solace and peace,
You give power, you give bliss!
You touch all senses with thy kiss,
When you're gone, empty is my soul.
Oh, sweet juice, spelled in the grain of sound!
A bird set free straight from the heart!
You give me my smile, every time.
Oh, beautiful muse!
For you my heart always beats!
For you I always wait with longing!
(circa 2005)