Showing up in deep rhythms, coming straight from
a soul and being deliberately written into musical
compositions that are first played upon a clarinet.
Arranging the sounds to fit inner spirits at the
time of writing it in notes and rests.
Awaiting all the sounds of prose as they fall into
place on sheets of music, along with the placement
of words in every single poem that is also written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem