Unwritten Symphony

The essence off all creation
 They made all sound and music by being collided with each other
 The sound of truth
 You've never seen and heard
 Close your eyes!
 There is a touch of the sound of truth in everything,
 In a shiver of dying thorn of the rose,
 In silence of eyes when they're facing parting,
 In extinction of a last streak of sunshine,
 And candle on wind,
 In lamentation of time till the candlelight goes out.
 Not my ears, my soul listen to them.
 Can you hear it?
 The music, be playing on the link of existences.
 Whisper of
 The world's shadow the sun draws,
 And the wind
 Be running through dying star.
 Symemtry of
 The grave's lapse mist represses slowly,
 And moonlight's dance
 Be shining on shaking cradle.
 There are numerous consonances in the invisible links.
 All of these can be note and rest,
 The wine glass's seriousness,
 Filled with wine from tears,
 The time's warmth, filled in dark rock under the sea,
 The future map's hope, the traveller draws
 Before fell asleep,
 The red lake's wave the anther dust will be approached
 All of these can be sound and score.
 I don't need any paper and pen.
 The sounds what my soul listen to, itself becomes score,
 Conduct itself, play itself.
 In complete harmony and play
 There is more passionate life than
 The composer of writhe,
 And brighter fervent than
 The perspiration on any players.
 The symphony of truth, hotter than my burning soul.
 Music, the sound of all creation's essence and
 Links of essence made.
 This is the symphony.
 The sound of essence what I found.
 It fills my spirit and world.
 The world of truth where you'll never reach.
 I fill my spirit and the world
 With this world's symphony of truth.
 The essence of all creation,
 They made all sound
 And music by being collided with each other.
 The sound of truth.
 You've never seen and heard.
 I'll enter the world where this sound resounded
 And compose the symphony by the sound of truth in this world.