english translation by Jeats
The Pianist of the Starry Sky
He used to wander in the night of no performance
To the solemn cathedral
Gazing at that piano with the dark blue starlight
Such a gigantic black piano
An over-beautiful piano played by no one
Aspiring to own and caress her
Familiarly, he could tell the name of each key
Imaging that was
A stairway to Heaven
Seven and one third spirals
Every spiral was a stone step of twelve heated marbles
Soft stamps would splash out the steaming moon-light
He could hear of Heaven Sound rising from the feet
Eighty eight constellations shined through a lot
He was a descendent of the first poet in Carteya family
His soul flied back to Mesopotamia from time to time
Inhabiting at the rimless pasture and dreaming
He stringed up those stranded pearls
As if kissing branded on the lover’s neck
He was a pianist, shuttling through the banquets
With crystal glass, diamonds, tobacco and good wine
Indulged in being like an animal, he passionately
Kept fingers back and forth on piano keys lustfully
Listeners were amazed at seeing ten angels
Flying in dance in and out at the stairway to Heaven
Heaven was of Baroque style
So over-huge and extra-delicate
He always thought of this that way. But how
To interpret composer’s musical conception?
A tune of recitative with joy, sadness, diatoms
Roses, and, life and death all competing against others
He was practicing and preparing
How could he recognize the basso numerato
From His infinite music score
Then letting out all his strength to play
To end with a perfect rest music in his pianist carrier
Through the most skillful impromptu recital ever
