Sensing ivories within, delicately touching their feelings,
jostling words to fit their descriptions of melodies as
they play intently and joyfully in harmony with intellectual
ironies and factual tunes of creativeness.
Satisfying only an interior emptiness with musical poetry,
invented on ivories of my mind's horizon, as I glide into
other dimensions of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem