Words are my notes <br /> Of bronze, silver, and gold: <br /> Hung on a scale, <br /> Melodious and bold. <br /> <br /> Who will read them, <br /> Strung like clear raindrops. <br /> Who will hear them, <br /> Sung high on hilltops. <br /> <br /> No one to meet <br /> So that I can do more; <br /> Will no one seek <br /> My songs for encore?<br /><br />Iwao Mizuta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adagio/
