In my soul, sometimes You leave a poem as a drop,

In my soul,
Silent,
Still,
Sometimes I feel
The drop of gold,
A kindle of a light,
A dew drop like a tune light,
And then
At that very moment,
Songs happen
Loving You
As a song,

In my soul
Silent,
Still,
Sometimes I feel
The hues of Heaven,
Like a Paradise born
By You as a song,
A song which sings journeys to dreams,
And my soul then
Catches the moment
Of a heavenly scene,

Sometimes I dream,
Sometimes I live,
The rest of the times
I just sleep.