Metamorphosis

I cannot wait for writing now
Which is deeply
I tell it hardly
The good reason to live
The one which still inspires me
And which is my elixir
My beautiful soft dove
You, my all-blond wife.

Even in the middle of a violin class
I think about her, her name.
When I play the viola,
I dream about our duet
Which no doubt about that is
A sign of eternity,
Like our eternal God
He will be perpetual.

Like a brilliant concerto
He will be a crescendo
A subtle melody
Played by an agile hand
By the greatest virtuoso
A lovely metamorphosis
Of two reunited souls
Up to the end of the infinite.