Sequences of notes flow into the environment, giving pleasure.
Hoping to be flexible in writing whatever I hear in visions of possibility.
Lasting sounds reverberate constantly and consistently in life.
Never looking through the myriad ideas, just taking them all and flavoring them with a style of my own.
Shooting for stars, falling into my eyes, giving beautiful thoughts to shine whenever I write poetry.
Likenesses abounding, folding in upon synapses, in moments of intense joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem