Maqam choonim

if... i could only imagine it i can't even an ideal, a concept, a perfection i want to improvise for you better than any poem better than any letter better than any mere word or melody a taksim, a chant, an older than old-school lament, the good kind, that brings us to a peace you so need and deserve it's there, etched in our souls coded in our dna i am not good enough or worthy enough, not able, to extract it and even less able to play it... it is there, i feel it