Jumping, blaring, singing, following notes of rhythm as they chase through the atmosphere - lyrics on strings of kites.
Blending, stirring, rising to new heights of musical talent, bringing all together in etudes of life's beauty.
An energy, unchained, touching souls and minds with an aptitude of genius.
Lightening knowledge, quickened by musical tones, vibrating gallantly into interior depths, trying on new ideas of glory and fame.
On final steps to heaven we separate, taking with us - none of it.
Only we can become alive and everlasting beyond our graves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when I read this poem it made me imagine a lively festival (about time I visited one since the poem made me want to go see a festival)