Lasting impressions confronting reality with stubborn
exertion, causing an explosion of nerve endings to
blast outwardly into inner space, taking precautions
and throwing them to the winds.
Playing on ivories of a mind, placing undue stress on
grey matter as it rests continually in realms of
spirituality.
Soothing music, interpreting voices of intellect as we
hear results of rhythm, producing sounds and tones of
never-ending joyous balance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem