My second English Poem

아무도 모른다 Nobody knows

A girl with an old guitar stands still on the street.

Nobody Knows her.

No one listens to her song

The tunes

With no major or minor

Come from her sleepless nights

Born in her restless soul.

Her melodies

Numerous lovers’ whisper

Flown out endlessly

From the universe.

The young artist

Standing between the borders

The world and the universe

Through her unique piercing eyes

Communicates with eternity.

The secret rhythms of endless infinitive

Only vibrates in her heart.

Her music

With shape of her solitude

How she breathes

Her notes

The only thread

Running through the world.

Upon her songs

Things as they are are lifted.

Nobody knows her.

But she knows the names of everything.